I used to have serious image issues. Thankfully, I've been delivered from them, but ... well, they were really bad. Obsessive, even. I did everything from counting calories to carbs to miles and never lost anything significant because the food and exercise stalking stressed me out so much I'd run off and binge.
Now, the idea of dieting, of paying attention to food ... it just makes me nervous. What makes me even more nervous, though, is losing control of my health. I am more nervous about becoming overweight, of becoming ... "high-risk" with regard to all those nasty disorders that come with overweight-ness. I fear for my unborn (well, unconceived) child. I fear for my husband.
I always get writer's block once I hit sensitive topics like this, so I'm just going to go straight to the celebration and close with this, to perhaps elaborate later on.
Celebration: I found out that I can join the university rec center free since my husband is a student! It's SWEET, too! So nice in there. And ellipticals galorrree. You know how much I love my ellipticals. So, I've joined. And I have a workout buddy (Andrea) who will accompany me when she can.
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