Georgia on my mind...

Oh, Georgia! How I long to be in the safety of your memories. How I long to be in the security of care-free days. Georgia call to me, call for me, take me in your arms! <3

Why can't December 14th arrive... TOMORROW?!?!?! I am so desperate to see the bare trees with black limbs scraping the blue-gray sky. I want to hear nothing but the wind sweeping through the mountains. The sharp chill of the mountain air is what my lungs long to be filled with.

There is something about the Appalachian mountains that just drives my spirit into a frenzy... maybe it's fact that my family has been vacationing in the White/Habersham/Lumpkin county region of Northeast Georgia for as long as I can remember, maybe it's the family heritage that I have in Georgia... or maybe it's just the magic of the mountains. How could it be otherwise? I always feel so right with the world when I am in Georgia. Every now and again my insecurities sweep through my mind and dampen my spirits, but then I go into the woods and all is again right in my heart.

It is only November 5th and already my mind is thinking on what I need to pack, what outfits will suit both my Ocala travels and my Georgia travels, and what I need to buy... i.e. new tights and jeans since I am still stuck in the size 16 of haunting horror. I just can't wait to be out this damned city named Tallahassee... my feelings towards this city is another blog post entirely...

Keep traveling - in mind, soul, and body.

Just because you're a thin woman doesn't mean that your life is any better than an overweight woman.

I was watching a show on TV called "Supersize vs Superskinny" and an obese woman said something AMAZING!!! "Just because you're thin doesn't mean that your life is better than mine." How true? This show comes to the US from across the pond. where an average size is 12 US. Here, in the US, that is border line plus size!!! WTF AMERICA?!?!?! Since I was little, I have felt like a failure, ugly, unwanted, and as though I would never be able to be bautiful until I was stick thin like the popular girls in my school. Has I grown up in the UK, I may have turned out differently... just think, I would think that my size 14 sometimes 16 was beautiful. I would feel pretty BEAUTIFUL!!! I mean, one of the first things that I bought for my apartment was a weight scale... and I hate seeing it because I know that everytime that I step onto it, I will feel badly about myself. But without it, I won't face up to how my eating is affecting my health.
I know that I am beautiful because I am a child of God and even though I abuse food because of my weight and the feelings that have surrounding my weight because of food... every time that I walk around thin women I feel morbidly obese. What has American or mass media done to me? done to us?! My whole life I've felt held back because of my weight... I've been shy because I feel fat. I know that I need to lose about 60-50 pounds in order to be at my ideal weight for my height and age, but I wouldn't mind being back at my lightest weight which was 180. What's so wrong with a curvacious woman with meat on her bones? "No man wants to sleep with a snake." - A Land Remembered I'm ready to just be how genetics made me. I want to be like the French women are. They ask one question about their weight: "How do my jeans fit? Still comfy? Yes."
So buck up lovely ladies and don't feel like you have to be a size -5 just to be beautiful. Screw that! Life is too short and too precious to waste on being obsessed! Being concerned and watchful is permitted. But eat that piece of cake if you haven't had any sweeties all week. ENJOY YOUR LIFE!!! GOD GAVE IT TO YOU FOR A REASON.