Food

I ate 7 Starbursts today--or maybe 10. One typically looses track of how many Starburst he/she eats after you pop that first one.
Oh, and I ate bread. And it wasn't even whole grain!
And best of all, I ate a buffalo chicken wrap. Out of all of the bad things I ate today, I look back at this item of food with the least regret because, to be honest, I didn't enjoy it. Especially not the blue cheese. But the Starbursts. Those were good. And so was the bread.

Question: Why exactly are you happy about the fact that you didn't enjoy the buffalo chicken wrap in all of it's cheesy glory? Answer: Because this is indicative of the fact that my body is learning to love itself and my taste buds are totally riding that wave-length and learning to love vitamin-filled vegetables .

People are telling me I look thin. And when I look at myself, I am happy. Best of all, I feel comfortable in my own skin.  But the fear of going back to a place where my hips protrude and my thighs rub together hangs over me with every Starburst and piece of white bread that enters my mouth. As soon as I taste the sugar and the starch I feel my thighs expand slightly and think about how much yoga I must do to get the fat to turn into muscle.
And as you hear me, you may think this is anorexia. But no, my friends, sadly, this is what women think about. All the time. Especially when you're not naturally a size 5.