FAT
I am huge and gross. I have absolutely got to do something about this. It is inexcusable and barf-worthy. I feel horrible about the way I look, and here I am about to leave the country. Hello Greeks! Here I am, the typical fat American! Pass me the cheese.
Oh, I just feel awful about this. I don’t want to gripe. I don’t really want sympathy. Though I know you mean it, I am not looking to be told I am not, in fact, fat. I feel fat. I feel crappy about the fat. I feel frustrated because I know that I LET this happen. At my wedding I was tiny. Now I have gained back every pound and maybe more than that. I am angry with my lack of self-control. I am mad that I can’t keep myself from eating terribly.
I want to say that this year will be different. I want to exclaim that now I will change! I want to make pledges and promises and pacts. But I do that all the time and it never changes anything. It doesn’t make me do the right thing. It doesn’t make me stop eating or start moving. I don’t know what the answer is, but something has to change.
*hug*
I’ve been there. In fact, I spent most of my adult life there. In the last six months I have been on the first and only successful diet of my life.
p.s. JEALOUS of the Greece trip – the banner looks great. (Say hi to Santorini for me.)
You break my heart and my mother has just read this post too – and has shouted quite violently at the screen: “What? Don’t be silly – she’s beautiful!” – so there.
I have sent you an email re: this – I hate that you feel this way – but I know how that feels.
I don’t have to say how amazing I think you are do I and chances are it might not help as you know how I feel about you – but I want you to know I am behind you and feel your pain to. All too much I feel like this too – you are the most beautiful girl in the world.
I have drunk a lot of vodka – can you tell – my coment is going off the scale a little – but I love you and I want you to know how precious you are!
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I am starting the “Couch to 5K” running plan. Tomorrow. Wanna join me?
I left a comment earlier but it was drunken, maybe I didn’t send it – perhaps just as well!
Sorry to sound so creepy, but, um, you make it look good. Really. You can’t take a bad picture. The lens loves you.
-Rohrblogger
I did weight watchers points. I did not cheat ever. Also, I didn’t use the floating points. I figured I was probably miscounting anyway so I only did the daily points and “used” the floaters to make up for my bad math skillz. Finally, I swam a mile 3 times a week.
Mostly, I ate so many raw vegetables that though I am thin now, I fart constantly. So it’s the choice between fat and only farting sometimes or thin and constantly swimming in a cloud of poo stink.
See what I mean about “The Joys?”
I love you Heather. And I know how you feel. It’ll be ok though. You are beautiful inside and out. The thing is not about the way you look, it is the question of are you healthy? I know I don’t always follow that either, it’s easy to say but hard to live by. But, I love you and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. I wish I looked like you and that’s not just the alcohol talking. Really.
I’m fighting the same battle — hang in there and try not to be too hard on yourself!
OMG,
I came here from Oh, The Joys. I know exactly how you are feeling. I have a love hate relationship with myself. I love to hate myself. I have been on a journey too…….. to learn to love myself in spite of myself. As much as I would like to lose the weight, history dictates that I may never….so, instead, I am trying to learn to love myself….the way I am… maybe then I will feel worthy enough of doing the good things for myself to be able to lose the weight…….make any sense so far??? It helps that I have a man in my life who adores me just the way I am…….and doesn’t want me to change. Come by and check out my writings