Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled I had lost 100 pounds. But I didn't suddenly know my purpose or feel my life had meaning or view my circumstances with a new lens or think I was now beautiful. Every doubt, worry, or longing I had before I lost weight was still there. I wish I had known that's how things would end up being.
I'm suggesting that you think the same way about the calories you are willing to "buy." Put a dollar sign in front of a calorie count as you look at the nutrition label on products you eat. Is it worth it, or is it wasted? Will it leave you wanting more? Does it meet your requirements? Is it more than you're willing to pay, for what you get?
As it turns out, the study doesn't actually prove that low-carb diets lead to greater weight loss compared to low-fat diets. Instead, it shows consuming fewer carbohydrates may increase protein consumption, and something about that combination seems to enhance weight loss -- however, the cause is not yet clear.
My hunger, my appetites, my longings, my skin, my bones, my size are mine for the taking. I take back my worthiness, my belonging in the world of beautiful and diverse beings. I live without apology for the straight lines and curves, living tissue, vulnerable heart that hold my living, breathing manifested story.
I used to weigh myself two times a day all through college and until I had my first child -- and began again after my second was born. It started because the daily dorm breakfast of buttered cinnamon toast (three slices) ended up pushing on the seams of my jeans. When I finally got on the scale - it turned out I was up 8 pounds - Never had a weight issue before and now I was freaked.
It's only been in recent years that I am at peace with food, and I am certain that this is much more than a temporary truce. Why did it take me such a long time to appreciate the value in my acupuncturist's words? Look around, there's a standard in this country that is harmful to women. Life is lived in many shapes and sizes.