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D14 Pride

I'm sure I'm not the only kid who hated to hear "disappointed" from their parents. As in "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed." I'd rather you be mad! Mad I can handle. Mad I can fix. Disappointed hits me where it hurts. It's such a powerful message and it really rattles me to my core.

"I'm mad" means you're mad at something I've done. An action. I can fix that! I can apologize, do it differently and move on.

"I'm disappointed" means I am fundamentally wrong. Whatever the action was that made you mad I can't fix because it came from a place of me being broken deep down, somewhere unfixable.

Disappointed to me feels doomed, heavy and terrible.

To me the exact opposite of disappointment is pride.

I feel proud of myself when I make choices that I know are better for me. When I make the choice to do something that will result in a good outcome I feel good! Sometimes there is a delayed gratification on the scale and t…
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D13 I'm Worth It

Short and sweet:

I'm worth it.

I deserve to feel good. I deserve to look good. I deserve love and respect and if I don't give it to myself, who will!?

Good food and an occasional indulgence feels good. Exercise and an occasional rest day feels good. I feel good when I treat myself well and I deserve to feel good so I'm gonna keep treating myself well!


D12 Variety!

I remember once when I was shopping with my extremely thin sister and her extremely thin friend asking the sales associate for a certain top to bring to them in the dressing room. I was in a store I had never shopped at and could not shop at because I far exceeded the top of their size range.

The associate looked at me disgusted and said "they're one size fits all". Well, excuse me. Bitch.

I was very limited to the stores I could shop at. Some department stores had Plus Size sections and there were a few specialty stores but I couldn't shop at 95% of stores at the mall.

Charlotte Russe opened at our local mall a couple years ago and I wanted to go in so badly when I saw it. I loved the shoes and the clothing on the mannequins and I wanted to see more but I was terrified. Every time we went to the mall I'd slow down and admire the window and I'd keep walking. My wife kept asking me if I wanted to go in but I kept refusing.

One time she lovingly pushed a little too…