100 Days of Writing - 25
Managing expectations - an important lesson in life, and something I'm always obsessing over.
When I started this blog 8 years ago, I was on a high. I had just begun to discover the joy of whole foods and the satisfaction that writing and eating healthy brought me was unlike anything that I had previously experienced. It felt as though I had finally found the secret to happiness, and that I would never again have to look down a dark path. I was nourishing body, mind and soul. It felt great.
As stress began creeping in, and the blog entries grew more sporadic, so too did my health-conscious meals. Eventually I was sinking into old habits and fueling my stress rather than my health, and that became a nasty habit for a long time. Long enough until I was too broke to do so, and suddenly this slimmer body emerged and I felt as attractive as I did at 22, which was over a decade before at that point.
When the scale spoke to me, it whispered loving encouragement as I was losing weight naturally from sheer poverty. When I started working a more sustainable employment, that number began to grow because I suddenly could afford to mistreat myself. Now that I had the opportunity to, and I was finding success in my life again, I began sabotaging my body.
Can you tell I've been reading Women Food and God again?
I'm coming to a fork in the road, I feel it approaching. I've worked hard over the past few years to build a career I am proud of again, to broaden my horizons and aim for a national impact, but I cannot help but feel the "weight" of my current state; I feel stuck in this cyclone of achievement. I'm right at the center of it, and all the things I want are spinning around me - causing things to worsen internally.
Stress, she's something alright. I'm just trying to get through each day, one at a time. And when August comes around, and new opportunities open up again, I hope to have refined my habits so that I set myself up for a well-rounded reception of success. I want it, I'm going after it, and I want to appreciate it when I get it.
Gregory Alan Isakov,
Katie
When I started this blog 8 years ago, I was on a high. I had just begun to discover the joy of whole foods and the satisfaction that writing and eating healthy brought me was unlike anything that I had previously experienced. It felt as though I had finally found the secret to happiness, and that I would never again have to look down a dark path. I was nourishing body, mind and soul. It felt great.
As stress began creeping in, and the blog entries grew more sporadic, so too did my health-conscious meals. Eventually I was sinking into old habits and fueling my stress rather than my health, and that became a nasty habit for a long time. Long enough until I was too broke to do so, and suddenly this slimmer body emerged and I felt as attractive as I did at 22, which was over a decade before at that point.
When the scale spoke to me, it whispered loving encouragement as I was losing weight naturally from sheer poverty. When I started working a more sustainable employment, that number began to grow because I suddenly could afford to mistreat myself. Now that I had the opportunity to, and I was finding success in my life again, I began sabotaging my body.
Can you tell I've been reading Women Food and God again?
I'm coming to a fork in the road, I feel it approaching. I've worked hard over the past few years to build a career I am proud of again, to broaden my horizons and aim for a national impact, but I cannot help but feel the "weight" of my current state; I feel stuck in this cyclone of achievement. I'm right at the center of it, and all the things I want are spinning around me - causing things to worsen internally.
Stress, she's something alright. I'm just trying to get through each day, one at a time. And when August comes around, and new opportunities open up again, I hope to have refined my habits so that I set myself up for a well-rounded reception of success. I want it, I'm going after it, and I want to appreciate it when I get it.
Gregory Alan Isakov,
Katie
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