So this is THE hardest thing for me to talk about, but after fighting the Enemy tonight I am fed up and ready to challenge the pitchfork poking fellow once and for all.
I am calling your bluff: http://youtu.be/jHjFxJVeCQs
It's a show down, devil:
So, as I have mentioned (ad nausea- m) that i have had an eating disorder since 4th grade. I was proud that I could live on almost no food. Sometimes an apple and 1/4th cup of wheatgerm would be all I'd need for a few days
. all was well...ish.
People talked about how thin I was and I loved it (although I didn't believe them---I thought they were making fun of me for being fat.)
my sister called me bones; I called her Lizard lips
I never felt thin enough even though my hair was falling out..and all those other symptoms of a body breaking down.
anyway, i don't need to go into the details.
I am writing it bc of the great---great opportunity to lati LATi (remember? laugh at the irony.
here is what is ironic: When I was like a skeleton I thought I was fat.
SO here is the cause to lati:
I still can't beieve people see me as I am: overweight! Obese. fat Even though I am clearly almost 100 pounds over weight i am always shocked when anyone says a word about my weight..
i think it is so twisted to have polar opposite ideas about how fat/thin I am(or not.)
But I think I can honestly say that I should have picked up a a cue or two as to the changing shape of my body.
1. when did i have to step away from the fridge door to shut it? The first few time I hit my belly shutting the door to the fridge I thought I must just be standing weird. It took almost 5 years to convince myself that if I bump my belly opening and closing the fridge door is not a good sign.
2: when a dog bites the part of you that is closest to his teeth and it's your belly, well.
Suffice it to say that I see myself as fat as the world sees me now and I really don't care that much. I don't mean I don't care about other people, I mean I don't really care if I am the fat lady.
Lupus pulled the rug right out from under my fairly normal sized feet, took my breath away and ripped away whatever shred of positive-identity i had managed to hold onto in one fell swoop.
so even though it seemed good that I didn';t care , it meant that i had given up and didn't care because I felt defeated.
Why, then, am I babbling on about it now? tonight?
because i decided to fight back (against the devil who tries so hard to make me hate myself and tries so hard to convince me that everyone else hates me even more.)
I bumped my belly on the fridge door when I was taking the last piece of watermelon and I started hating myself for being such a loser;
Tonight I fought back. This is new for me. I resisted the devil, said "Naw, I don't want to play that game."
The point I seem to be having trouble making is this:
I realized that I am indeed, fat right now; and obesity is one of my health problem.
But it is not the end of the world; I yam what I yam.
I am brave now that I have all my lwl muscles.
The devil tried to shoot me down tonight. I resisted his taunts . He fled. wasn't even that hard--he is a wimp and weakling;
I armed my self with faith and the word of God (i sang the put on the armor of God song)
and I resisted the devil's ploy to make me feel like giving up
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