I may as well have an eating disorder. I've been pretty close to one my whole life.
Ever since I was young, every time I ate, I could feel my thighs expanding and I start to freak out. Not just with cake, but with EVERYTHING. But yeah...we're supposed to eat. Pretty sure about that.
I try to tell myself, 'God loves you, even when your thighs touch. When you get to heaven and have to stand before Him, He's not going to say 'Well, your butt jiggles when you walk so...off you go!' '
But I still freak out. It makes me feel ridiculous. I'm between 148 and 149, which is just on the cusp of being "overweight". I guess. I'm still at normal. I just need to be better about my eating and blah blah blah. Which is freaking hard. Steve eats all. the. time. He eats and he loses weight. Drives me NUTS.
It'll be okay. God loves me the way I am. I just need to love me the way I am.