Meet The Fat Girl In My
Head. She resided in me years after I had shed all my excess weight. She
was my perception of me and I was attached to her. She ensured I lacked
confidence and convinced me I wasn't good enough.Losing weight wasn't
as hard as letting go of her. Weight loss did its part but these were
the few things that changed my life: I dressed the part. My body
language was my perception of me.
Even when I felt low in confidence, I stood tall and proud. With time it
became natural and real.
I stopped venting, stopped worrying. Counting calories and getting on the weighing scale had become my favourite hobbies. I was slowly suffocating myself.Even others. I just became more aware of the moments when I was itching to do either and tried my best to shoo it away .
I made goals. Got a life. Over time my weight management had became my sole obsession. My only purpose in life was to look good. I forced myself to make other goals. And you know what, slowly I started to see the big picture.
I fixed my immunity . Trust me, the crash weight loss soon started causing symptoms and wasn't worth what I had to fix. It's a story I promise to tell at another time.
I celebrated moments with myself. I took my achievements seriously. Even if the world didn't think much of them. I acknowledged them and pampered myself. Mostly with a massage! I was grateful for what I had. I wasn't a size zero but I was a size six with a brain. I was so blinded by the negatives that I couldn't see what people around me actually appreciated about me.I started to appreciate other qualities about myself.
Over years, with different situations in my life, even the relationship with The Fat Girl In My Head evolved. It's tough to pen down those situations right now as each was a beautiful story I'd love to share them soon.
If dots do connect, then I must say the bet was a blessing in disguise. It started a new journey and deepened my consciousness. I learned a new way of life, it made me the person I love and eventually also led to my calling -as a health, wellness and life coach. My motto?
Eat. Breathe. Smile.
I stopped venting, stopped worrying. Counting calories and getting on the weighing scale had become my favourite hobbies. I was slowly suffocating myself.Even others. I just became more aware of the moments when I was itching to do either and tried my best to shoo it away .
I made goals. Got a life. Over time my weight management had became my sole obsession. My only purpose in life was to look good. I forced myself to make other goals. And you know what, slowly I started to see the big picture.
I fixed my immunity . Trust me, the crash weight loss soon started causing symptoms and wasn't worth what I had to fix. It's a story I promise to tell at another time.
I celebrated moments with myself. I took my achievements seriously. Even if the world didn't think much of them. I acknowledged them and pampered myself. Mostly with a massage! I was grateful for what I had. I wasn't a size zero but I was a size six with a brain. I was so blinded by the negatives that I couldn't see what people around me actually appreciated about me.I started to appreciate other qualities about myself.
Over years, with different situations in my life, even the relationship with The Fat Girl In My Head evolved. It's tough to pen down those situations right now as each was a beautiful story I'd love to share them soon.
If dots do connect, then I must say the bet was a blessing in disguise. It started a new journey and deepened my consciousness. I learned a new way of life, it made me the person I love and eventually also led to my calling -as a health, wellness and life coach. My motto?
Eat. Breathe. Smile.
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