It’s a new year and one of my resolutions / goals is to become a more consistent writer at this here ol’ blog of mine. Admittedly, everything with the book and work and life has pushed this down the priority list but I’m hoping to correct that in 2018.
Given that it is New Years Day, I’ve been thinking a lot about resolutions, as I’m sure many of us are. Sometime I set them, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I set goals instead.
Over the years, my attitude towards setting weight loss resolutions / goals has shifted, obviously. I will say this though: I weigh the same this year as I did this time last year. I legitimately cannot remember the last time that happened. I’m not exaggerating, either. I spent decades of my life yo-yo dieting year to year. Up and down, 20-30 pounds in either direction. DECADES OF MY LIFE PEOPLE.
So, yes, I’m heavier now. Much heavier. That’s evident if you look at any picture from this year and then go back far enough in my archives to when I was at my lowest. First, I spent a couple of years losing 30+ pounds a year, then I spent a few years gaining 30+ pounds a year. This is why the fact that I weigh the same now as I did a year ago is such a big fucking deal.
And the thing is, I’m not going to apologize or explain or defend anything. My body is my body and my choices and my decisions. I’m the one that has to live in it and if I’m okay with it, then just everyone else can shut the fuck up.
The thing about being a blogger is that while I put a lot of my life out there in the world, that doesn’t mean I put all of my life out there in the world. There have been things happening in my personal life that I just don’t feel like talking about but have given me an attitude where I am literally all out of fucks to give about anything whatsoever related to what anyone else thinks about me.
Plus, I already bought my wedding dress so I’m pretty much locked in.
Over the years, my attitude related to dieting and body image has shifted as I’ve grown comfortable in my body and taking up my space in the world. I was also, admittedly, super judgey.
Before, I was, obviously, super pro-diet and got all up on my high-horse about people who chose the surgery route. Now, I have friends who made that choice and have been very successful and put the fucking work in and good for them because that’s a commitment in a totally different way. Then, when I wasn’t dieting and was very anti-diet, I’d get all judgemental
My attitude now?
Do whatever the fuck you want.
Seriously. If you want to go on a diet, go on a diet. If you don’t, then don’t. If you want to take up an exercise routine, great. If you don’t, great.
YOU DO YOU.
It’s your life and it’s your body and YOU and only YOU are the one that has to live in it. So make whatever resolutions or goals or decisions that YOU are comfortable with.
Because, honestly, we are all judgmental as fuck and it’s exhausting. Remember all that bullshit when Starbucks released their stupid unicorn frap? Jesus Christ. Why the fuck do you, random person on the internet with a social media platform, care so fucking much if someone else orders a goddamn unicorn frap? Are they forcing YOU to drink one? No? Then shut the fuck up and let them drink their goddamn pink drink.
2018: The Year of Zero Fucks Given.
Love from the ashes,