Eating

Okay, I hate to labour the point, but there have been some changes recently. Actually I didn't mean 'labour the point' there, I meant 'rehash an old topic'.
But I digress.

Changes - transitions, if you will - have been set into motion recently, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. I hate my body right now. I thought I hated it before, but this week I truly hate it. But it doesn't make sense to me. I know I'm not fat, the fact that I wear a small clothes size tells me that. But I FEEL fat, and that is the dominant um...not gene...emotion? But is it an emotion? I feel it, therefore it's emotional. But, more than a 'feeling', it's something I 'know' and yet I also 'know' that it can't be true. Do you see?

Obsession like this is such a prison, yet I feel like I'd be lost without it.

Tonight's post isn't profound or witty, nor does it contain any clever word play. But it's real.