it’s been a weird weekend.
the image search for “crying on the scale” only pulled up ladies, by the way.
a weekend that started by arguing with my sigificant other about BMI scores (read: baloney) when he said he was healthy and i told him it was a scale from the 1800s not meant to measure health and i was obese by BMI standards. he replied “you’d be fine if you lost 30 pounds.” then insisted he didn’t want me to lose weight.
which is good, really. like most people i know, i’ve been eating 70% healthy and exercising 5-7 days a week for the past 5 years, at least…probably longer. and my weight has been the same within 10 pounds. pretty sure i’m where i’m at.
except, you know, when it doesn’t.
i’ve gotten to a point where i can buy chocolate and keep it in the house. where i’m actually craving salads and cucumbers, rather than feeling forced to eat it rather than what i really want. i’m starting to be intuitive and feel healthy.
this article, right here, sent me back to all that rage i feel every time someone’s told to change their body, that the only thing standing in their way is the lack of effort.
be happy in your life folks. the body is the vessel, it’s not the final summation.
theshamedynamic 