Now, I’m not literally looking into the bottom of a cookie jar, but I am at the end of a very long period of self-indulgence....or negligence. I haven’t been able to decide which one, if not both. The funny part about giving myself what I want, is that when it’s all said and done, I don’t feel great about myself. In fact when I make it to the bottom of the cookie jar, I start hating cookies.
My mom says that she’s addicted to food. I used to assume that I had that problem as well. But now I know that it’s not hard for me to say no when i want to. It’s just hard for me to care enough to hold myself accountable. I mean...have you ever just sat there with a bag of your chips in your hand thinking “I really shouldn’t be eating this” while your hand stuffs some more fried grease into your mouth. Well, I have. My friend from fat camp (yes, fat camp) once said that it hurts to watch the skinny girls eat a cheeseburger and not gain an ounce, but it hurts even more to see them with the guy you like. Which is so true. I just have to some how get myself to remember that when I get cravings.
I read a book yesterday called “Miss Invisible”. The protagonist starts a blog in which she rants about how overweight people are overlooked and ignored by society (Men, servers, employers, etc.) I agree with her, but at the same time...I don’t really want to be seen when I look like I do. I’d rather have someone not notice me. It’s kind of like love...I don’t want a relationship with someone while I feel so discouraged about my image. And I could preach that a man should love me for my heart and not my girth, but then I’d be a hypocrite. Looks are a lot to me when I’m looking for a guy. There has to be an attraction for me. So I can’t really blame them. It’s a brutal truth, but a truth nonetheless. It’s these little sobering facts that help me reach my weight loss goals. Seeing JP’s--read best friend’s delicious older brother--face in my mind and what his face will look like when I see him next (he’ll be looking at me minus 100 lbs --I’m determined!)...it makes it worth it and makes me push myself just that much farther.
That being said, I’ve been pretty good this week. I just know that I can do so much better. I have done so much better.