Sugar, flour, rice, dog food...they all come in packages of 5, 10, 20, 50 pound options. Just like me. Sometimes I carry the extra five, sometimes all 50. I never seem to be without my extra "package".
Welcome to my biggest lie. If only I could lose five pounds or 15 or whatever the number is, then I would be healthy, happy and whole. By the way, I'm not sitting here thinking 'I'm unhealthy, unhappy, or broken'. In fact, I feel pretty good. I'm fit. I'm rarely sick. I'm active. I'm very satisfied with my life. So, why must I torment and taunt myself with the illusive five pounds?
Does this mean that I am going to live on an endless treadmill? Always wanting different. A life of comparison shopping, but never owning the goods. Why am I allowing a number to preoccupy me? Imagine what I could actually accomplish if I freed up all the time I spend on diets, food, calories in and calories out. hmm...so much time...I could write a blog.
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