Gimme

I am asking, very calmly, for my health back.  I ask this of you, sugar, fat, and nicotine.

Two weeks ago, I stopped eating fast food.  Doesn’t sound too hard, right?  Well, I was eating it every day, usually more than once a day.  Junk food has always been my stress outlet and I’m getting tired of being a skinny girl trapped in a fat girl’s body.  And it’s funny, because after two weeks, I’m not really craving it anymore.  I feel a lot better, with more energy and none of that blood sugar flatline that I was experiencing regularly. 

Oh, and someone at work asked me if I was losing weight (which I have, a tiny bit), which always makes one feel good.

In somewhat related news, I am going to try and quit smoking.  I know, I know.  Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.  I’m feeling really good about this quit, though.  I’ve had a lot of external motivation lately, really in the form of seeing others really struggle with their health.  There has been a lot of cancer in my family, and I have seen the ugliness of emphysema and COPD.  I don’t want that for myself. 

I really think this all started with the death of a family friend.  He passed away about a month ago and he was 39.  He was very overweight and led an extremely unhealthy lifestyle.  I really want to live to have children and see them grow up. 

And I’m tired of being short of breath all of the time, of coughing my fool head off day and night, of having a hard time getting around and doing the things I really WANT to do.  I’m ready to have more energy, feel better, feel healthy.  I know what I need to do to get there, and I will eventually get there.  I have to constantly remind myself that this is a process, not just one small battle and the war is over. 

Fat Bottomed Girls, Queen