Hellooooo peopleeee
This is the last straw. I'm my heaviest right now, and I can't deal with it anymore. I've always been a big girl, I've just never cared that much. But yesterday, everything sort of came crashing down around me.
No one has ever called me fat, or at least to my face or to a person that would tell me. I've called myself fat, mostly because I really really hate the word obese (it sounds dirty ack), and fat is just one of those words that never effected me. That is, of course, until yesterday. I'm not going to tell the whole story, but basically a woman that I work with could only find the word "fat" to describe me to my supervisor, who then came and told me. I was able to control myself until I got home from work, when I cried for half an hour. My boyfriend likes to tell me that I'm not fat, and I'm glad I have someone who loves me no matter what, but I'm not happy with myself and I'm sick of being tired all the time.
2 years ago, while I was home from college for the summer, I lost 20 lbs while doing Weight Watchers and I felt amazing about myself. Well, now my best friend is getting married in October, and I'm a bridesmaid. I'm also getting an apartment for fall semester, so I'll be able to eat healthier than college caf food. I'm joining Weight Watchers again, and sticking to it until I lose 100 lbs. I'm going to ride my bike to meeting, and walk my dog every day after work. I've also started planning meals for the summer.
I need all the support I can get!
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