A thought....
When I was around 10, I started observing my mothers friends when they got together. Somehow they always had a conversation regarding weight. Who had lost what, how much someone had to lose, the one person complaining about how nothing was working. Diets of the week and that sort of thing. I don't remember a lot of specifics. But I do remember thinking, "Why are we so worried about our sizes? Is it really that important?"
I didn't want to grow up becoming one of those women. I thought exercise was ridiculous, and limiting what you ate was worse. As I got older I started understanding why, but never really changed my lifestyle. Now that I have, its strange to think I relate to these women I didn't want to turn into so many years ago...
Its crazy that I run 4-5 miles a day now, just because I enjoy it. That I stop eating when I'm full and for the most part avoid boredom binging. That I enjoy eating healthily, being active, and fit. It just wouldn't have mattered a long time ago...
I don't even know how I hit that point. But I'm sure glad I did...
Last edited by baker23; 04-03-2012 at 02:30 AM.
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