I weighed myself properly today for the first time in maybe a year plus. When I say properly, I mean both feet on the scale, both eyes open and starting at zero. Before that, I was too scared. As in, I would put one foot on the scale and have one eye closed and then jump off as soon as I saw the pointer move around what I assumed to be my weight.
I've put on around 5kg since year 11 which is pretty shocking considering I was done growing by year 11.
I think I need to control how much I eat now rather than later because it's catching up with me. A post-growth-spurt 16 year old girl shouldn't put on 5kg in under two years. If I keep gaining, I'll be obese by the time I'm 30 and then I won't be able to have babies because I'll have diabetes and high blood pressure and my partner (if I even have one. It's bad that part of my motivation is the belief that no male will ever want me looking like this...) won't be able to find my vag underneath all the blubber.
At the end of the day, I want to be healthy. Days like today, when I don't eat any junk food, I go to sleep feeling better and less bloated. Sure, I didn't have a piece of cake and five biscuits but now I don't have to regret it. Days when I binge, I go to sleep feeling sick because I didn't just have that piece of cake, I also had five biscuits and three pieces of chocolate and a soy bean beverage.
Gonna go watch Sleepless in Seattle in honour of the mad alliteration in this post's title.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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