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The Day My Body Began to Devour Itself
The First Day of the Rest of My Life…
It began harmlessly enough: I wanted to lose weight and improve my health and was searching for a way to do this as easily as possible. It was December of 2019 and as I was preparing for my annual goal setting I wrote down that I would lose a hundred pounds during 2020. As I wrote the words, lose a hundred pounds my stomach began to hurt. I looked back through the notes from my previous years of formally setting goals to confirm what I was thinking: This would be the third year in a row that I would have the same exact goal. Why did I think it would be different this time? I didn’t, and I chuckled at the thought of my body somehow changing on its own, morphing into an ideal shape and size. Now I understand that that particular day, December 18th, 2019, was the pivotal day leading up to the day my body began to devour itself.
Allow me to explain… I firmly believe that thoughts are things. I won’t go into a philosophical discussion as to why I believe this so strongly, but suffice it to say that my experience has taught me to be intentional with my thoughts, feelings, and actions, as these lead to the reality we experience each day. I’ll share one example before moving on: During the summer of 2005 I attended a live workshop on the topic of creating a life experience we want and deserve. It was a three day event and…
