My Body Is Revolting

I know what you were thinking when you read that title; and, in truth, my body really is a bit revolting to look at (to me anyway). I’m slightly uncomfortable with the thought of anyone else catching sight of it as well. I can’t remember anyone ever referring to my body as a “wonderland”.

As self-deprecating as you think this post will be; however, it’s not the point I’m trying to make, which is: whenever I start to make healthier choices, my body puts up a fuss. It seems that without the steady stream of junk food, my body revolts. It just doesn’t know what to do with vegetables, fruits, and grains. My veins cry out for sludge in the form of a Sausage McMuffin. My pores yearn for French fries. The very core of my being says, “Hey – where did all the grease and fat go?”

This type of diet change brings with it some… uncomfortable side effects. There’s some gas. A little (a lot) of bloating. Stomach distress is common, and bathroom trips triple. Dead sexy, I know. Often, at the end of a long day, I feel like my body is, well, flipping me off.

In truth, it’s very simple. My body is as selfish as I am. It wants pizza, pasta, and ice cream by the boat load, just like I want all the good things in life. When faced with healthy eating choices, this vessel of mine turns up its nose in disgust. But another truth of the matter is (and listen close, my revolting body) that THIS TOO SHALL PASS.

As a lot of us know, there is a period of transition. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still the same clean, sweet smelling, peach of a girl I always was, but I might have to excuse myself just a few more times. Soon my body will accept only the occasional treat, and start to view a ripe, juicy apple as a great alternative to Snickers.

THIS TOO SHALL PASS. I hope.