Showing posts with label eating healthier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eating healthier. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Different Sort of W.I.D.T.H.


 Hello Jack. 

 You don't know me and I don't know you, but I'm writing you because I have to thank you. 

If you want to know anything about me at all, I can tell you that my name's Giulia, I go by Zu, I am Italian, I'm a food and book addict (I know mixing drugs is dangerous, but sometimes I use those at the same time, too), and I'm one of your undoubtedly numerous followers (or more accurately, lurker). 

I don't even have a blog, I'm too much of a procrastinator to even think about maintaining one for more than a week; I do, however, follow other people's blogs quite religiously, yours in primis. I have a weight problem, obviously, I wouldn't be writing you otherwise, but I also have a social anxiety problem, which gave me quite a lot of problems in the last few years. 

I was  trapped in a maze of binge eating, guilt trips, feeling worthless, getting fatter and squashing everything down with more food. You know the drill. I'm not out of it, yet, not by a long shot (I wonder if I ever will be), but at least I see the emergency exit signs I wasn't able to see before. You, among other and far more personal reasons, are one of the whys you keep on asking about, why I do this here, why I do this now, why. Because I needed it, because I wanted to say that I was worth it (and believe it), because I needed someone to make me see this huuuuuuuuuuge mountain that I had in front of me exactly for what it was: just a gigantic pile of bullshit I had to climb one little step at a time. 

You have such a unique approach towards the food-issue and the weight loss-issue and the oh jesus do I have to go to the gym again-issue that made me realize that one of the biggest obstacles in reaching the top of that goddamned mountain (pardon my french, but they're neighbours) was simply my lazy-ass self and my non-stop whining about my not being able to reach my goals. I can't do it, so I won't do it (and cry a little about it, while I'm there). 

Guess what, I'm doing it, and I'm succeeding. So, that's why I wanted to thank you and your incredible sense of humour, for helping me realize that life's already miserable for 90% of itself and that it doesn't really need me to put another cherry of desolation on its shitty top. I leave you with my whys, you can choose one of them or throw them all away, it's your choice. I don't have any pictures of myself, besides the one I took when I decided I had enough and the one I took one year later; both pictures were taken on my birthday and none were taken in between, so my cards are a little...different. I leave them with you anyway. I will know that you read them and you'll know that you touched me, and that will be enough.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.


A hug,

Zu



I should have asked Zu's permission to share her correspondence with me, but think I'll implore her forgiveness instead. It just really captured pretty much what this entire project is about. I wish she had her own blog so I could follow along...

If you'd like to share your why-I-do-this-here note(s), please email 'em to me at jacksh.tgettinfit@gmail.com. Please pass along a blog link if you'd like it included.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I’m Sorry, Boss



I was big and full-figured,
Didn’t know why I was so fat.

I was unrecognizable to myself.

Saw my reflection in a mirror
I didn't know my own body.

Oh brother, can’t believe I’m

Feelin’ so shoddy.

Need some weeks of eatin’ healthier.

I walked the treadmill till my legs felt like jelly.
I been doin’ situps til there’s a crease in my belly.
 

At night I can hear the rumble in my stomach.
Am I doing great? You betcha buttock,

After weeks of eatin’ healthier.



Ain't no angel food cake gonna tempt me.
It's just organic food, my friend.

And my clothes don't fit me no more,

I’ve run a thousand miles

To lose this double chin.



It’s a brand new day, I'm finally awake.

Getting’ closer and closer to my goal weight. 

So believe me, sister: this is how it’s gonna be
I hope you’re gonna make this trip with me,

More weeks of eatin’ healthier.

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