proportions
It's been about a month since I stopped dieting. Forced upon me by the past year and a half of bloat and slow but steady weight gain no matter how dedicated I was to working out and to my diet. The last successful diet was intense intermittent fasting and daily hardcore exercise, I was the tightest I'd ever been. Thin, toned, defined abs, a lovely ass. See the thing is, I like myself when I'm thin. As dysmorphic as my opinion of myself can be, I do know when I look good. It occurred to me today that it's when the proportions are right that I like myself. I've never aimed to be rail thin. Muscle tone, a little fat in the right places, but none in the wrong ones. I last looked like that during the pandemic as I coped with the insanity like I normally do. With my need to control my diet and appearance. Not chewing until at least 3pm everyday and burning an average of 400 calories, I'd typically take in about a thousand calories. I'd have my wine too, so
