Have you ever seen a kid throwing a fit screaming and making a scene in the middle of the store when their parent told them “no” about something? That's what goes on in my head when I want sweets or a coke. My inner two year old starts screaming and jumping up and down yelling "I want it! I need it! I have to have it!” And I give in. I do want it. I think I need it. And when Im having a shitty moment, it does make me feel better. I find solace in my food. I feel like I should be about 300 lbs to be able to say that. Until I feel the remorse for eating it. And then I say Im not doing that again. But I do. Often. And it’s a constant struggle I go through. And then I saw something a few days ago as I was scrolling Facebook from one of the many fitness things I follow. It said to tell yourself “I don’t eat that.” I scrolled fast because I ...
Ramblings about my evolution as a person, athlete, injured athlete and back