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This Time It's Personal!
Hi all
I haven't posted in a total age, though I've been lurking like a lurky thing and reading others' posts. I'm writing this because hopefully someone might read it who needs that extra push, or a reassurance that you don't have to have the perfect SS experience to achieve your goals.
God knows I've read enough of those posts on here during my dark hours, and they've been literal lifesavers. It's what Minimins does best.
So anyway: I've been getting a bit lachrymose recently because I'm coming to the end of my SS journey. Next week my BMI will be below 25 so I'll be moving on to actual foodstuff omghowexcitingwtfbbq.
I can't say it's been a smooth ride. I've had a couple of aw-f**k-it moments since I last posted, where I've had some (really unhealthy) food. But I'm glad for that blip now - perfection is always a little too scary to contemplate. The bump has definitely added to my own sense of who I am as a person and helped my realization that an all-or-nothing mindset can't last forever without an eventual spectacular supernova of self-destruction.
So I've grown while I've shrunk. And now I'm ready. This week I've already been having some chicken or a tomato here and there because I can do that ever so casually now without it being an issue or a major executive decision that I go postal about for hours on end.
I've detoxed my body, sure... but I've also detoxed my mind.
Next weekend I'll be going away for a friend's birthday, and I'll eat and drink for this inagural event on my newfound social calendar. When I come back, I'll be having a mix of packs and meals.
And it's not an issue now. It doesn't scare me because I'm ready for food to be a part of my life again without it becoming my life entirely.
I'm definitely not a laconic person but I'm stumped when trying to describe the million facets of my life that are now better.
I've got a new job because of my renewed self-confidence, and I'm ready to embark on the Parliamentary career I've wanted for so long.
I've not only got a new wardrobe but a new style, because I wear things I wouldn't have worn before, and I don't see nice beauty products as being pointless anymore.
I've surprisingly become a warmer person. Forget that fat-and-jolly stereotype - it's balls. I took my misery out on others. Now that side of me is gone.
I'm a hell of a lot richer - CD is the cheapest way to a new you that I know of.
And in gazillions of other ways, I'm happier. The final stumbling block in my life has had its ass kicked.
So thanks, CD, for saving my life. And thank you, Minimins, for saving my life all over again.
Good luck to you all.
I haven't posted in a total age, though I've been lurking like a lurky thing and reading others' posts. I'm writing this because hopefully someone might read it who needs that extra push, or a reassurance that you don't have to have the perfect SS experience to achieve your goals.
God knows I've read enough of those posts on here during my dark hours, and they've been literal lifesavers. It's what Minimins does best.
So anyway: I've been getting a bit lachrymose recently because I'm coming to the end of my SS journey. Next week my BMI will be below 25 so I'll be moving on to actual foodstuff omghowexcitingwtfbbq.
I can't say it's been a smooth ride. I've had a couple of aw-f**k-it moments since I last posted, where I've had some (really unhealthy) food. But I'm glad for that blip now - perfection is always a little too scary to contemplate. The bump has definitely added to my own sense of who I am as a person and helped my realization that an all-or-nothing mindset can't last forever without an eventual spectacular supernova of self-destruction.
So I've grown while I've shrunk. And now I'm ready. This week I've already been having some chicken or a tomato here and there because I can do that ever so casually now without it being an issue or a major executive decision that I go postal about for hours on end.
I've detoxed my body, sure... but I've also detoxed my mind.
Next weekend I'll be going away for a friend's birthday, and I'll eat and drink for this inagural event on my newfound social calendar. When I come back, I'll be having a mix of packs and meals.
And it's not an issue now. It doesn't scare me because I'm ready for food to be a part of my life again without it becoming my life entirely.
I'm definitely not a laconic person but I'm stumped when trying to describe the million facets of my life that are now better.
I've got a new job because of my renewed self-confidence, and I'm ready to embark on the Parliamentary career I've wanted for so long.
I've not only got a new wardrobe but a new style, because I wear things I wouldn't have worn before, and I don't see nice beauty products as being pointless anymore.
I've surprisingly become a warmer person. Forget that fat-and-jolly stereotype - it's balls. I took my misery out on others. Now that side of me is gone.
I'm a hell of a lot richer - CD is the cheapest way to a new you that I know of.
And in gazillions of other ways, I'm happier. The final stumbling block in my life has had its ass kicked.
So thanks, CD, for saving my life. And thank you, Minimins, for saving my life all over again.
Good luck to you all.