the longwinded story of one mans struglle against himself and his most “comfortable” habits.

Fat-phobic???

JUST A WARNING FOR ANYONE WHO MAY READ THIS.

I use fat-phobic language when thinking about myself all the time. I don’t plan to censor myself here when I write about myself. I’m hoping that over time I’ll naturally start using more positive language when describing myself. Till then, the gloves are off and it’s pretty ugly.

I would never judge anyone else for their body shape, weight or size. When I think about others, I don’t think any of these negative things, they’re only directed to myself.

It’s something I can’t really explain, but logic, compassion and understanding go out the window when thinking about myself. I have no grace for myself. I’m working against years and years of training myself to be SO hard on myself, thinking that was the only way that I might make a change.

Those thoughts are something to deal with more another time but for now, I figured I’d put it out there in case some one reads this blog one day.

Also, that’s a lot of ‘myselfs’

He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

Sometimes I wonder about this...