It’s the 6th one in my twenty minute drive home in case you were wondering. I’m parked in front of my apartment building and pulled it out of the bag and it hit me that I have an extremely unhealthy relationship with food. Maybe it was the empty bag or the fact that have to go inside and tell my boyfriend that I once again ate over half the food on the ride home. I don’t know. All I know is that it stops here and now. I’m looking up registered and certified dietician in my area tonight. I’m packing my gym bag tonight to allow for zero excuses tomorrow. I’m making a healthy grocery list right after I post this.
I’m not morbidly obese, hell I’m probably not even considered obese (5’ 8” & 160-165lbs), but that’s where this relationship will lead to. But I’m tired of looking in the mirror and being upset/sad/mad. I’m tired of seeing the women my boyfriend follows on Instagram and being disappointed I don’t look that way. Fuck I probably never will! But I can sure as hell try (the healthy way, obviously) instead of just sitting there sulking in my own insecurities (which are baseless considering my boyfriend tells me I’m beautiful probably 3 times a day). I’m tired of seeing the way I looked in college a year ago when I know that body was a result of eating one meal a day and puking it up with the over abundance of alcohol every night. I’m just tired of it. So tonight, I’ll get a good night’s sleep and I’ll wake up tomorrow and finally do something about it.
Edit: nutritionist to dietician
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