So the dashing and debonair @londonjustin from the twitters (and also from over here) has started a new initiative this year titled 52 Blogs. Which can be found over here and is described as "a simple blogging challenge to occupy your time". The challenges will, knowing Justin, be quite random in their theming so expect the unexpected. I've decided to participate because I'm hoping it will push me to blog at least once a week on a regular basis. This year is going to be pretty full on for me and I think having a regular outlet / distraction for myself will be good. All 52 Blogs related posts will be tagged accordingly and there are plenty of other people participating if you're looking for something to read (they're listed on the 52 Blogs site).
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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