I've always had a hate-hate relationship with my body. The older I get, the worse it becomes. I talk a lot about my aversion to society's obsession with rail-thin "beauty" and I stand behind that, but it doesn't mean I can look in the mirror and feel all kinds of gorgeous.
The fact is, I want to be smaller. I want smaller everything. Smaller boobs, smaller tummy, smaller ass. My body is designed to have soft, feminine curves. I can't change that, and that's fine. But it doesn't stop me from flipping channels and pages of magazines, wondering what it would be like to look like THAT. Honestly, I'm getting sick and tired of feeling this way.
When I want something, I go for it. I'm relentless in my pursuit for things that matter to me and I rarely fail. Anything I've ever wanted to achieve, I've done. Which is why I don't understand why I can't reach this goal. I talk a good talk when it comes to giving advice or telling other people what to do, but I can't do this one thing for myself. I'm not fooling myself into thinking that if I lose 25 pounds and get into better shape, "all my dreams will come true," but I do think I'll feel a little bit better about myself. I have a constant internal dialogue going on in my head and all of it comes back to one word: smaller.
So why is this so hard for me? Why can't I just do it? I find myself embarrassed at times to tell people I'm vegan, because I feel like I don't live up to my own healthy lifestyle. It's not that I care what other people think, it's that I have to face the truth that I'm not walking around in the slim, healthy body I've always wanted but have never achieved.
Maybe by putting these thoughts in writing and making them public, I'm making myself more accountable for this truth. A pledge of sorts? I don't know. What I do know is that I have to stop thinking about and talking about it and just do the fucking work it will take. I don't have to want to lose a lot of weight, and it isn't even about a number of pounds, really. It isn't even about looking a certain way, although that would be will be nice. It's about accomplishing this one thing I've never been able to achieve. I know what I have to do:
1. I refuse to "diet." I'm going to continue to eat what I like and what's good for me.
2. No more refined sugar. I know this is what's holding me back so I have to just cut it out.
3. No more processed carbohydrates - bread, pasta. I love whole grains, but carbs are my go-to comfort foods. How comfortable is hating my body, though?
4. Cut back on the portions. I know I keep eating not because I'm hungry, but because it tastes good and it's there.
It's time for me to stop blabbering on and on about all of this and feeling like a victim in my own body. I'm okay admitting that I have these insecurities but they're becoming such an issue in my life that they're paralyzing me. I have to do something about it, now, because I'm the only one who can.