Life is funny. It’s hard, and sometimes it’s miserable. It can feel pointless. And then, sometimes, it is unexpectedly beautiful.
Hello, again. After a 1-month vacation that turned into 3 (sorry!), I’m finally back at it. And very glad to be so. You may have noticed that this post is not numbered. To be honest, I’ve lost track of the
My life has been one long series of goals – striving, then reaching, then starting out again. It’s all about the goal. There’s very little in between.
I don’t wish I had waited until I was completely committed to BLE, before I started writing. Because Day 65 me needed Day 7 me.
Secrecy has become a very strong instinct, a part of my identity. I don’t want it to be, anymore, but it’s going to be hard to change.
The next task ahead of me is telling someone in my family. Since I’ll be leaving for the wilds of northern Ontario at the end of this week, I can’t put off the decision any longer. Who to tell?
Considering how desperately I wanted to be thin, how sure I was that I had a problem that required drastic steps to resolve, and how convincing the evidence presented in the Bright Line Eating book was, how I have doubted?
I’m here now. And I’m grateful for that.
It feels like the beginning of a great adventure.
I, C.M. Gibson, being of sound mind, hereby promise to adhere to the principles of Bright Line Eating from this day forward