I was so very sad to hear tonight of the passing of our fellow blogger, Lorrie, of The Token Fat Girl. She was only one day past her 30th birthday when she passed away suddenly and totally unexpectedly. Her obituary is here, a beautiful tribute written by her friend Miranda is here, and a memorial written by her husband is here. Memorial donations can be made to the American Heart Association here.
Soon after I started blogging in August of 2007, I found Lorrie's blog and started reading. She and I were only 2 pounds apart in weight; I could relate to her. I think a lot of us could. She always had great insights and shared her struggles with weight. She never gave up trying to make peace with food.
My deepest condolences to Lorrie's family. She will be missed.
I will leave you with a 2007 passage from Lorrie's blog, reminding us that our time is short, and that life... and reaching for our dreams... are precious gifts.
Don’t we all know that one day we will die? Most of us, lucky enough to have health and life cannot live life like its our last day, because well…we would quit our jobs, cash in the savings and do many fun things without regard to the future. But, is it possible to be alive and appreciate life with hopeful regard to the future?
My point is, is that for whatever reason, like seemingly a lot of people I’ve succumbed to living a half life. I have very sweet moments, but there are so many times that I go through the motions, get caught up in the negative, fight the wrong battles and take advantage of my body and health as if it were here forever. There are things that I want in life and somehow disconnect dreams with reality. Living a so-so life just isn’t acceptable to me anymore. When I die, no one will thank me for not living my life. I don’t mean to be so cliché. Part of me fears being the best I can, what will people think? Do I deserve the best? What is the best? I know deep down that I have been punishing my life with food and self-pity for reasons that ultimately are not that important.
I have a new understanding that I don’t have enough time to be mediocre. I don’t have enough energy to cater to the insecurities of other people. I don’t have enough time to sabotage my health. I don’t have enough time to not live my life. I don’t have time to take for granted my friends and family. I don’t have time to not be the person I dream to be.
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