When I was obese, I was not happy… I was miserable. I pretended I was fine with my body/how I looked/what my life was like. But, bottom line was…I did not think I deserved to be happy.
I have talked before about my pursuit of perfection, celebrating my small successes & feeling proud of myself. I honestly hated myself when I was fat because I was so angry I had let my weight get out of control. I felt awful, physically because I was sick all the time. But, I also felt awful, every day because of how I looked. I believed I was just born with the “fat gene”. I thought there was no way I could ever be different. And, I felt like all the crappy/bad things that happened to me where just because I was doomed (unlucky), that I would never be truly happy.
I have learned that I was the number one person/thing standing in my way of true happiness. I was very negative. I was always expecting the worst. I was planning for disaster at every turn. So, it’s no wonder that I struggled so much in my life…I was attracting bad energy/negativity for a long time.
But….I have changed the way I see the world. I have changed how I feel about things. I have changed my reactions to negativity. I have surrounded myself with positive people. I have made major changes in my life (weight, career,location,significant other).
I have amazing friends in my inner circle. I have a wonderful boyfriend who is my equal partner. I have an amazing job where I get to use my talents/knowledge to help people change their own lives. I have true happiness. I have true love. I have true friendships.
And…I have a really great sense of pride and self-confidence.