Today I’m starting a diet bc I’m in a wedding in October and I detailed my diet and exercise completely when my mom went into the hospital, then right after, COVID hit.

I need to explain somewhere that I hate that I have to do this. I wish, with every bone in my body, that I had a speedy metabolism, or that I liked being active or that brownies were worse tasting than vegetables, but none of that is true

I’m 36 years old and I’m so tired of having to worry about my weight. I’m tired of having to do a system of checks and balances around my disordered eating, I’m tired of having to explain to people that starvation isn’t the only disordered eating

I’m sick of the movement right now where people seeking to lose weight or stop binge eating is automatically frowned upon. I’m tired of having to justify my unhappiness with my own body, because other people see it as “fine”.

I’m just tired. If you have a fast metabolism and are naturally thin, I know you may not be happy, because we are all critical of ourselves, it’s human nature. But thank a parent for the genetics or something. Bc the other side is just annoying af, tbh.