Tidying up in a few ways...

In high school, I was the first to run to the pantry and beat my brothers to grab "first dibs".  Unfortunately, I usually had early lunch which inspired a skipped breakfast and early lunch left me starving by 3 o'clock.  I miss those days of my teens and twenties, having a seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach eating multiple brownies in one sitting.  I faced no consequences for anything I ate.  120 pounds at 5'2 seemed okay, especially for a girl with north European and British Isles heritage.

Often times in the bottomless stomach das after eating Pop Tarts, Taco Bell, Pasta, or a lot of wheat bread I felt fatigued.  It was not necessarily carbs as I didn't feel as hit by a truck after eating rice or potatoes.

Time and birthdays marked their time.  I battled weight and health problems in my mid to late 30s.  Going from over 250 pounds to 140 pounds taught me humility, more kindness, priorities, noble motives, and grace.  

Last year, more of my autoimmune puzzle unraveled itself.  A few of my friends from high school and college strongly suggested giving up gluten.  I finally put this into strict practice in August of 2018.  I went from 167 lbs to 140 lbs.  I am nearly to a goal weight I never firmly set for myself-because I settled at 167 because that was certainly better than over 250 lbs.  

I am not selling any product.  The only agenda is to express the realm of the possible and empathy.  Weight, an important biometric is quite the emotional battle to fight.  Health issues involving weight come with: pressure, partnership with an Endocrinologist and/or PCP, lots of outside criticism and unkind remarks, and general weirdness when a person gets her "life" back.

Today, I sold clothes I will never wear again, ate my usual gluten free fare, and figured out what outfits I would wear going out this weekend in between naps.  Earlier, I sold a bunch of clothes that will never fit again.  Today and the last few months, I celebrate a balanced life and kind people after years of spending time on the couch.  









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