Saturday, November 17, 2012
Went to get my hair done this morning. I'm handed a robe which I put on but can't button -too small. Months ago this would have embarrassed me terribly. I think my defense mechanism is to ignore things like this or joke about it.
It happened this week too while walking around a building with two long legged healthy men. I couldn't keep up with them. In the past I would have been mortified to the point I would probably avoid getting into a situation like that again. This time I made light of it by saying something about my knees being bad. Yeah, they're bad because I'm so fat.
This sounds like defeatist thinking but it's not. I've been eating within my caloric daily allowance since 1/1/12. I can tell by my clothes I'm losing weight.
Maybe I've become used to being fat.