As my body repairs, I don't choose the way I become; that is in God's hands.
As the spell is lifted...I wonder what I was thinking! Restricting what I ate so much makes no sense, in retrospect. A couple of rice cakes and yogurt for breakfast, a single small bowl of rice for lunch, small portions for dinner...with a tiny dessert and no snacks at all in between, plus hours of daily exercise...just strikes me as mental now, and I don't understand how this developed.
As my body transitions from famine mode to health, I still somehow feel more energetic and pure with an empty stomach.
A protective layer of water retention formed around my stomach and ribs, and I feel sore there as well as in my thighs and upper arms...the places where fat used to be. Perhaps my body is preparing to restore those areas. Like a tree sprouting after winter, I am returning to life.
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