Hold on to your hats, folks, because I have had too much coffee this morning and I am fired UP.
Even after I posted my Say What You Mean article yesterday, I was still upset. Even though I *know* that I am a healthy, badass lady, I still felt weird and strangely like I had failed in some basic societal way by not sticking to a brutal diet (three cheers for self-flagellation?). But, true to my nature, that frustration/sadness/guilt at something I find so fundamentally insipid and stupid turned into rage over night, and now I’m back in the game, fighting for myself and all my sisters.
I have decided that for my well-being and that of my followers, friends, and anyone else that I am blessed to communicate with, I will not discuss dieting for one solid year. While this is a very important topic from a feminist standpoint, I feel that my tendency to hear/read/think about dieting only leads me to hear/read/think about dieting more, no matter what the context may be. So, I’m saying to hell with it and living my life, a la Melissa McCarthy.
For those who read the blog and/or talk/text/visit with me in my daily life, feel free to verbally or physically pinch me if I start slipping on this one. At the end of the year I will do a longer project about my experiences in dieting-isn’t-real, and let you know the pros and cons of such an experiment.