On the one hand, I want to live a no-pressure life. BECAUSE I'M YOUNG. Aside from feeling like I deserve this, I also don't want to get to a point later down the line where I regret the years I spent obsessing about my weight.
On the other hand, it's for my HEALTH. I know, I know this. Not only am I hurting myself, but my future husband and my future kids and the family and friends that love and support me. It's a serious matter that should be treated as such.
But if we're being honest, for one damn second, let's suspend reality for a second to consider more frivolous things:
When I go out for ice cream that I know I shouldn't have, or I skip the gym in favor of watching Netflix under the blankets on the couch all night, I'm not thinking about what my doctor would say. I'm not thinking about the constant dilemma I face between being happy in the moment or healthy in the long run. I'm thinking of this dress.
But this dress is at least two years away from being mine, which means I've got time. Which means I can have that ice cream. Which means I can skip the gym.
I'm failing so hard at weight loss today because I keep telling myself I have a tomorrow.
Fuck me.
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