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Posted by Racer on August 16, 2005, at 21:00:09
I'm more depressed the past week or so, and I know it's showing up in my eating. The good news, from my point of view, is that I'm getting good at restricting again, but that's not supposed to be the goal, you know? I'm torn, because this does feel better to me than eating according to my meal plan, but I also know that I'm voluntarily keeping myself sick, which I don't like so much.
Plus, I feel about the size of Gargantua right now. Huge belly, gigantic boobs, saddle bags on my thighs that I could pack for a week's vacation. Grrr.
Bad timing, too, because I leave town tomorrow, for Family Togetherness with my husband, my mother, and my aunt. Great combination -- thank goodness my husband sticks up for me, because my aunt is a human steamroller when it comes to boundaries. She's as likely as not to start in on what or how much I'm eating, despite anything anyone says to her.
I'm just not in a good space, angry, frustrated, miserable, depressed, and wanting to get this damn weight off me.
Posted by ClearSkies on August 21, 2005, at 16:38:49
In reply to Here we go 'round again, posted by Racer on August 16, 2005, at 21:00:09
How did your Togetherness Festival go? Did everyone make it OK?
Is everyone still on speaking terms?
Posted by Racer on August 22, 2005, at 19:12:49
In reply to Re: Here we go 'round again » Racer, posted by ClearSkies on August 21, 2005, at 16:38:49
You mean before or after my aunt said I should "get off your fat @$$?" Yep. That's the same aunt who had her fit at me last time about how I was "anorexic, and needed to do something about it!!!" Hello? So, now that I'm fat, must mean I'm all fixed, huh? No more of that stupid anorexia [expletive deleted] anymore, it's OK to call me fat again.
CS, honey, I think I'm available for adoption. Wanna talk to your mother? Maybe a clean trade of sisters?
And the Tutankhamun exhibit was a bit of a disappointment. First of all, it was Tut "and the Golden Age of the Pharoahs." Meaning mostly things from other tombs, with a few pieces from "Tomb 62" -- and not the famous ones, either! They did have a few gold items, but mostly it was kinda miscellaneous stuff. Chairs, a crook and flail, and so on. They also didn't have good information on the things they did have -- passing references to grave robbers, without any real sense of when they had done the nasty deed. Of course, I suspect many of the people there didn't notice that part...
Anyway, I'm back...
Posted by ClearSkies on August 22, 2005, at 20:55:53
In reply to Re: Here we go 'round again, posted by Racer on August 22, 2005, at 19:12:49
I think your aunt needs an expert application of duck tape. Oh, and a whack upside the head when she isn't looking.
Then we can sit her next to the people who offer me cocktails, OK??
(((Racer)))
Posted by TexasChic on September 20, 2005, at 16:33:36
In reply to Here we go 'round again, posted by Racer on August 16, 2005, at 21:00:09
"I feel about the size of Gargantua right now. Huge belly, gigantic boobs, saddle bags on my thighs that I could pack for a week's vacation."
I could have written that myself.
I have a question that has been lurking in the back of my mind ever since I gained the weight. One of my best assets are my boobs. They're big and perky. When I was skinny they were a perfect 36C. Now that I'm a D, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen if I loose the weight! What if they deflate like balloons. I know that's completely self centered, but its the only thing I like about myself! Sometimes I think I unconsciously sabotage myself because of this fear. Is this totally stupid? I hate myself right now.
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