I was on Pinterest today and discovered this photo:
This is very inspirational to me. Mostly, because my knee-jerk reaction to any emotion other than the mundane is to stuff my face. But, my whole entire life, all I can remember is wishing I was thin. I always imagined waking up one morning and looking like Kate Winslet (it was the Titanic years). I would just wake up and slip into size four jeans and saunter down the hallway of my childhood home and life would be perfect. Well, suffice to say, that never happened.
So, I am sitting here and thinking about all the women before me who have wished thinness upon themselves. I mean, Oprah has more money than God and she hasn’t been the same size for more than a year. She could literally pay someone to spoon-feed her the most succulent delicacies in the universe and she is still overweight. For crying out loud, every morsel of food that touches her lips is splashed across the front page of nearly every magazine in the country and she still struggles.
I am having an epiphany…
This is who I am. This is my cross to bear. I will always struggle. I will always have to talk myself out of the drive-thru at McDonald’s. I will always want to eat until explosion when I cry. I will always want to celebrate with cheesecake and all-you-can-eat buffets.
But is this the worst thing in the world? There are people out there who spend their children’s savings at a casino. There are people right now in this very town doing hardcore drugs that are zapping their brain cells out by the millions. There are people who are addicted to coffee enemas and licking their cats’ asses (trust me, my mom saw it on TV). All I have to do is stop eating so much. Good Lord, I got this.