- my Kay's Natural giveaway officially ends TONIGHT at 12:00 so for any of you last minute entries, get to it! I'll be announcing the winner tomorrow :) wo0o0o! hope you can still sleep tonight with all the anticipation!
- just to show ya'll how crunched for time i've been.. yesterday i didn't even have enough time to get changed for yoga between my classes - so i ended up having to do my practice in a sundress... needless to say downward dog would've provided quite the peep show had anyone been watching, but forunately - i was alone in my room
THAT BEING SAID.. all my work is officially done (that is, until finals next week) but papers, projects, speeches, yada yada yada.. donezo! I feel so relieved and great .. especially because now i finally have time to hook ya'll up with a legit post.
So over the past few days, amongst my crazy hectic schedule - i've felt like i was finally able to live a [somewhat] normal life of a 19 year old college student. I ate when i had time to between classes and meetings, i scarfed down meals when i was short on time rather than eating slowly in attempts to drag out a meal for as long as possible.. yes, i ate - but most importantly this week.. I LIVED.
and in turn, i was able to find the true feeling of the recovery process. My therapist always said "recovery has everything to do with food, and nothing to do with food at the same time" When she told me this, i wasn't able to fully grasp what she meant.. but as i've begun this process i've slowly begun to realize just how little it has with the actual weight gain. Of course, that is a major part of it - but for me, it pales in comparison to the lessons i am learning through the process.
Now, I know numbers tend to be triggering - so I hope this isn't for you - and it shouldn't be, because remember to keep in mind that EVERYONES PROCESS IS DIFFERENT.. everyones bodies need different things.. my weight gain/weight goal may be drastically different than perhaps a 5'2 girl who runs everyday (as i do not) But since i began seeing my nutritionist I have gained about 10 pounds over the course of a about a month. Does 10 pounds scare me? you bet your ass. Does the strength i feel, the confidence i've acquired, and the smiles i see on my parents faces compensate for this? you better believe it.
Okay - i've gained 10 pounds.. big, freakin', deal. I think why this has scared me so much is because I feel like i am looking at that number through the lens of someone who is already at a healthy weight. If i had reached my goal weight and then from there, gained 10 pounds, maybe that would entail a little bit of worry.. but i have to keep reminding myself that it's 10 pounds closer to where i NEED to be. I am not at a healthy weight - and the only way i can get there is through weight gain.... whether its 2 pounds, 20 pounds, or 200 pounds.. it is not the number that it takes to get there that matters, it is actually getting there that counts.
Through my weight increase i have found so many changes within myself both mentally and physically. Mentally - I feel a confidence that I haven't felt in so long. I have begun feeling comfortable in my skin. Now i'm not gonna sugar coat the situation and tell you girls that there aren't times when i feel "heavy" or like i "ate too much" but i try to take these moments with a grain of salt - and find contentment in knowing that those feelings will pass. I have found a new love for my limbs.. my legs, my arms, and their ability to carry me through a strenuous yoga practice, or lift a heavy beer crate at the golf course. I have begun to find a beautiful feeling of existence.. as though I am seen and noticed.. People comment, "Jenn i love that shirt!" when in fact.. they've seen me in that shirt many times before. The difference is now i wear that shirt with pride.
I have also find a beautiful new spontaneity within me. For instance, this morning.. during my "snack time" my friend shannon asked me if i wanted to go on a walk with her. Now, I was "planning" on having a tortilla/pb/banana combo for snack - and normally, i would've declined her invitation so that I could eat my snack, alone. But, without a second thought - i said sure, grabbed the granola bar i was "planning" on eating later.. and everything was fine. I didn't die, the world didn't come to and end. I ate my wrap later and you know that? It tasted just as good at 4:00 than it would've at 11:00.. (i know, shocker... right?)
Through this process i am slowly but surely finding myself.. a new and improved self, i might add. One who appreciates the people in her life, the world around her, and sees it through a different set of eyes. I find such beauty in the world now and more importantly, i find beauty in myself. I've begun to love and appreciate the simple things about myself.. my long eyelashes, the way my hair looks on one of those all two rare "good hair days" my finger nails when they're freshly manicured. There is so much more to our bodies that simply tummy's, legs, and arms.. our features make us individuals, and they are what makes us beautiful.
Through this new found respect for myself i've begun working to take care of myself.. yes, in terms of feeding and nourishing my body.. but also just simple girlie things. For instance, now - i just feel GREAT when i shave my legs or pluck my eyebrows (haha oh god i sound like a crazy chick!) but even other things.. like i've begun wearing perfume again (lord knows why i stopped.. i guess i just stopped caring about anything except for my weight?) Point being, i've begun taking pride in who i am again and loving ME.. and wanting to show that to the world.
Okay, well I suppose i should shut up now before blogger sues me for writing the longest post ever.. but i have just been overwhelmed with so many thoughts these past few days and felt it necessary to share with you girls.
Please, embrace the gain, embrace the process, and have faith in knowing that it will be worth it in end.
all my love,
♥Jenny









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