Change is scary

Photo by Chema Madoz

The path goes on without great difficulties. The only thing that worries me is that it feels like I’m eating too little. Yes, I know, it sounds weird from someone who aims to swallow less fuel, but I find it odd.

Not because I’m feeling hungry, I don’t - that would be a problem. I just see the amount of food I eat and mentally confront it with how much I had before, and I notice the difference. Maybe it’s a distorted picture, and I clearly don’t have the means to confront my past and current servings, but right now, seeing the difference makes me wonder why I wasn’t actually way fatter. I’m surprised I wasn’t actually obese, considering the little exercise I get, also due to my job…

White 74

I like the idea of starting from white.

New page, new chance. No room for preconceptions, ideas hammered into too-young skulls or biblical apples. No original sin to drag along.

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The word Diet accompanied me for a long part of my life: from about 10 minutes after the word Fat was connected to my person [A/N: by my mother]. Shorter or longer , cleansing and flagellating diets: the mere sound of diet had, more often than not, the power to cause me so much anxiety that I would eat more as a reflex.

And that’s when… enough. White. No more fear. Diet doesn’t mean anything any more.
I started to look around, articulate my thoughts and look into my head for an answer. And after 2 weeks of zero diet the scale mark's negative, mood mark's positive. This way seems the right one, and a couple of challenges have already been overcome with success and great satisfaction.

Down the road, I see her. The me of a few months ahead, and I already feel her reflection upon me. Thin, yes, but above all, smiling…

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