My main struggle is making meals satisfying for both my husband and I. He can eat anything and eats all day and snacks in the evening. How frustrating is he! Wonderful man, though, who is so supportive and kind. He has never known me thin, so my weight is how he has always known me. This should be more than interesting.
I am tired. Tired of my body. Tired of wondering if I'll fit into that booth in the restaurant. Tired of walking with thin friends and being the one who is huffing and puffing and doing everything in my power to not let them hear me breathing heavy. I'm tired of the sides of chairs digging into the sides of my legs because my bottom is wide. I'm tired of having only three stores in an entire shopping center where I can buy clothes and realizing I hate every item in those shops. I hate having to dress older than I am because they don't make cute younger fashions (I'm 33) in giant sizes. I'm tired of running from the camera and from mirrors. I'm just sick of it!
As Dr.Phil would say "How's that working for you?" Well, it's not. So what am I going to do about it? I'm taking control.
Here's to a new life. Thanks for being here.
Elizabeth


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