I liken this guilt-awashed, wishy-washy funk that has eaten up to almost a year of my life (coming up to 8 months since my breakup) to creeping through the river, testing the rocks at my feet. Most rocks are jagged, some are stable, others are deviously rickety and covered with slippery moss. All of those rocks were self-induced emotions. I could have just stopped and wailed at the unfairness of it all but I'm almost at the other side.
But you know what happens when you've steeped your feet in running water for a long while? It's natural but it's not aesthetically pleasurable to look at. That's how I'm looking at my newfound weight.
It's ironic that I'm working with so many nutritionists to outreach to and teach communities about healthy eating; I sure could use to take the advice I'm oh so prettily arranging into bite-sized ADD-accommodating books.
I really don't feel so cute. BLAH.
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