The Word “Diet”

Diet. The very word makes people stop in their tracks, makes them groan, sigh, and maybe even start to hyperventilate.

For me, the word diet has always meant one thing: deprivation.

So… why do we diet? Why do we put ourselves through it time and time again? The truth is, we all have to eat. But the real question is: why do we eat what we eat?

That’s the mystery, isn’t it? If I could answer that, it would be right up there with solving some of the world’s greatest puzzles: what women are thinking, who shot JFK, and did aliens really build the pyramids? We can think about it forever, but we’ll probably never know the full truth.

My Weight and My Why

With my weight, I do have an idea. I eat, and I don’t move much. To outsiders, that probably sounds simple enough — and I can almost hear the judgment:

“Oh God, she’s just lazy!”

But the truth is, I’m not. I live with several health conditions that all pile together to create a body that fights me every step of the way when it comes to losing weight. I won’t go into every single detail (because honestly, it gets exhausting even listing them out), but let’s just say it’s complicated. Very complicated.

Why I’m Writing This

So, why start this blog?

Because I need accountability. Because I need motivation. Because I need to remind myself, in writing, that even though this road feels impossible at times, I am walking it.

Even if nobody else ever reads this, I know I’ll be able to look back one day and see where I started. See how far I’ve come. See that every small step added up to something bigger.

And maybe, just maybe, someone else out there will read this and feel less alone in their own journey.

This is for me, yes. But maybe it’s for you, too.