I haven't actually travelled much overseas, having a baby at 18 kind of grounded me. I have been to Singapore, L.A. And Aspen with my family when I was younger. There are so many places I would like to go, Cambodia, Nepal, Thailand, Bhutan, pretty much every country in Europe and the UK and while I am not overly keen on visiting America there are certain places in the U.S. I would like to go (New York, New Orleans and Florida). I am desperate to get out and explore the world but will have to put it off a bit longer until my kids are a bit older. I do have a dream of going to France with my husband shaped person for our tenth wedding anniversary (September 2012)
That's how many weeks I have been alive (give or take a couple of days). Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine. Yet here I am still fighting the same fights I have always fought. Self-image, self-acceptance, unrelenting standards, imposter syndrome. Once again I find myself in a body that feels uncomfortable and unhealthy. It crept up on me slowly and suddenly all at the same time. I still barely eat any refined sugar. I turn down the lollies and cakes and doughnuts at work. It's not even a struggle, I no longer enjoy the way sugar makes my body feel. But my old nemesis, potato chips, remains undefeated. I eat potato chips to fill the emptiness in my soul. To feel as miserable physically as I do mentally or emotionally. To get comfort from an association with my childhood. It is the struggle I can't overcome. The war I can't win. So after months of trying on my own to no avail, months of the scales not budging, I have signed up for a healthy eating plan. I'm n
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