Hi. I’m Kate. Over the last four years I’ve lost around forty kilograms. Recently I’ve put on about six kilos but I just came back from holiday so I’m trying not to beat myself up about it. Trying… unsuccessfully. Because honestly, once I lost all that weight, my life totally changed. And I don’t just mean in the way where suddenly everyone wants to be your friend, boys notice you more and you get to buy outfits from “regular” stores. I mean, food isn’t just nourishment anymore.. It’s got all these labels… it’s bad, it’s good, it’s too “this,” too “that.” There are all these rules and restrictions and it sucks.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love that I’m so much fitter and healthier now. I love that I can run for half an hour and not feel like I’m going to die, that I can go into a store and find something in my size. I love that I now have a knowledge of food where I know what makes me feel good and function well. But sometimes I really wish I could go back to Kate at 100 + kg where she just ate food without thinking about what it was doing to her body. Where she truly enjoyed food and was generally just a lot more laid back about everything.
