Hi,
I'm new to this forum but have posted on the site on and off for a while. Ugh. I hate to admit that I"m in my 40s, but I am!
Anyway, I had a real eye opener today. My weight has been really bothering me lately. I just feel uncomfortable. Anyway, today I went to donate blood and see if my blood marrow would be needed to save the life of a woman's son.
Because of my weight, I didn't qualify. I felt sad for the child, sad for myself. What if I am the one person he needed and I couldn't do it because food is more important?
Ugh. Will I ever do this? How can tomorrow be different than every other day.
Thanks for letting me vent.