There, I said it. I’m fat…not fluffy…not chunky…FAT. I am in the midst of healing a 30+ year history of disordered eating and it is a strange place to be. Like many others, I have gained and lost so often that my poor body doesn’t recognize what “normal” hunger is. And what I have done to my metabolism…..oh my!
I am learning to embrace the concept of “health at every size” and trying hard not to count…calories, carbs, points, fat grams, etc., etc., etc. It’s a new way of thinking, of being and of accepting myself Just. As. I. Am.
It’s kind of nice to realize that at almost 60 I am still learning about who I am.