Dieting or “Dieting”
I am addicted to food. I love it. I hate it. I want it. I wish it didn't exist. ADDICTED! My relationship with it isn't the best because of what it does to my body. Moderation isn't something I really liked doing and that didn't help much in this department. As much as I love to eat there is a sense of pleasure and accomplishment that I always used to get whenever I resisted something or only ate a baby handful of food for lunch. While I’ve never been rail thin my super thin upper arms, amazing bone structure in my face and my protruding collarbone were something I always wanted to keep.
And then suddenly I turned 30 and my body said fuck it. EAT! ENJOY IT! And I listened. I listened to it so much that in two years I slowly gained 30lbs. Oh the horror! The shock! I blame a slight shift in my mental state for all that since I was kinda happy and not being obsessed with barely eating could have had a lot to do with it but with 9.5 months of living in LA under my belt I am very happy to say that I’ve gotten rid of 20 of those pounds and I vow to never ever gain them back. I mean, I have an entire wardrobe that I have spent years putting together and not only can I not afford and entire new one I wont be able to find 95% of the these items in another size. S0 in an effort to stay a healthy weight that my closet agrees with I’m starting up this little section. It will be filled with sarcasm, a bit of insanity (it hasn't gone away completely) and probably a couple of food porn photos every now and then.
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