We get really worried when we put on weight and react as if it’s the end of the World. Is weight really this big a deal?
I have flipped myself to both sides of the coin and loved every minute of each. I worked out regularly and maintained a healthy lifestyle. When I recollect the admiration I received, a blush still brushes my cheeks.
Off late, I let go of all my worry and ate to my heart’s content. Been doing that since a few months now. Yes. I have put on weight but the experience of binging and ignoring judgemental eyes has given me unparalleled joy.
Eventually, I will get over it and crave for fitness which shall push me into a rigorous routine again.
The cycle is vicious, but it’s satisfying to jump in. And.
Satisfaction=Peace π