I was walking today and wondering if my recent mood was elevated by the desire to be thin and the action elected to resolve it. Is this what people mean about feeling good? Still I think there must be some sort of positive results from my efforts, although at the moment is doesnt much feel like it.
Choosing to do something about your weight and self-image is a very confronting thing. Being forced to face the demons you carry and to write about it is, well, it feels disturbing. There are many parts of me I actally hate, and I am trying to excise them as I would a tumor. I hope “good” prevails.
I did however, learn a valuable leson tonight – wear shoes. I descided to try bare foot as the shoes i have are not really the best for activity. Right now i am in bed and feet feel like they are on fire. Rubbed raw from the concret and bitchumen.