But I desperately want to be.
NO guys follow me so I'm going to be a bit vulgar here.
My boobs haven't gotten so big.
It is RIDICULOUS.
I've put on 25 pounds since I started writing this.
I don't look obese I know.
But I definitely am not gaining weight from being "HEALTHY".
Which would be a lot different.
My muscle mass has decreased significantly.
My flab has increased significantly.
Sadly, my butt and boobs are like the forecasting of my whole body.
If they are big and sloppy well, yeah.... Need I say more?
But I am not writing this to bash my beautiful body.
It is still beautiful afterall...
I'm writing this because inside I am still that curious, healthy lady.
I LOATHE McDonalds.
With furious rage and passion.
I loathe fast food to be honest.
Yes, taste superceeds thought these days but I do really love feeling HEALTHY.
I love going for walks and praying and getting sweaty and competing.
Competing to see who can bring it hardest!
WHOO!
I get pumped just thinking and remembering that season of just focusing
on taking care of myself.
It was a lot of work.
Getting to the gym and working out even when you don't really feel like it.
Just like Christ.
Having faith in Him isn't always fun, nor do I want to at all times.
But I PUSH THROUGH somehow. I press ONWARD.
So why do I refuse to do this with my health?
I read all these articles.
I do all this mental debating and reasoning over why humans should
eat more of this and less of that.
I study as if I truly am going to be asked to take a health test on paper.
But burgers, malts, onion rings and fries are my friends.
Now, nothing is wrong with these lovely folk every now and again.
But when I am taking care of my body it really doesn't crave this stuff.
It really craves more activity and sunshine and water.
Anyways, this is just a rant about me, myself and my health.
We are not doing too great.
My arteries are pushing bacon grease and onion rings and ELPOLLOLOCO
chocolate malts.
And I'm quite tired of the disrespect I've been showing myself over the last
year and a half.
I have no one to blame anymore.
My ex and I have been done for over a year.
My heart is healed up.
I can't use the lack of a man as a crutch to treat food as my lover.
It isn't. My lover that is.
Just another day in my head.
I pray God that I would begin to treat my body
as something that is designed to be healthy.
To enjoy eating.
Not to be perfect but to be perfectly YOURS.
It is not a trashbin
It is not a object of ridicule...
It is yours and it deserves to be treated as the precious
gift you see it as.
♥CheChe
