Today I would like to share with you my previous history related to nutrition. Also, I’ll start without unnecessary talk.
My adventure with slimming started in primary school, exactly in the 4th grade when my “friend” told me that I looked fat. Before, I had practically no complexes, I liked myself. I have always been an active child. I love sport, especially running (my story with this sport is very long, full of successes and failures).
Unfortunately, my perception of myself has changed a lot since then. As I was a small kid I didn’t know how to lose weight properly.
I started with fasting. The effects, as you guessed, were, but unfortunately then all the kilos that I lost were returning and often not alone, but with my other halves (Valentine’s Day hehe). And so it continued. I lost and lost kilos for a change. It was getting worse, the weight was growing although I was still trying to stop it.
In the second grade of junior high school, bouts of gluttony began, which I can’t deal with until then. It’s like one big sine wave. Once it is good so that it could be nightmare again. When I have a seizure it affects me very much, my behavior, school, relationships with other people and my figure and health.
The effect of the words that I heard then is my constant “slimming”. I think about food all the time and I hate myself more and more. I have the impression that I am still fighting myself. Sometimes I think I’m in a winning position but in the end I always lose.
I really have enough of it all and want to fight for myself for the last time. I have already wasted so much time on all this that I am sorry. Food and my weight ruined my life for 8 years.
Time to finally get a grip on each other seriously. I think that thanks to this blog and those who are already here and those who will be here, it will be a little easier for me. Apparently strength in the group. I feel that here I can be honest and not worry about how someone will pick it up.
Food will no longer control what my life looks like.
It is not an art to be honest with others, but it is an art to be honest with yourself.
Thanks if you survived to the end of this post. It means a lot to me xoxo