Tuesday, February 12, 2013
It is hard to admit that I am fat. I know that I am fat, but really admitting it? Not so easy. I think, "I am tall, I don't look that heavy" or "That is just a bad angle, I don't look that heavy" or "these movie theater seats are just getting smaller, I am not that heavy". Yeah, I am heavy. I was at a sales convention recently and someone suggested I, like her, do gastric bypass. Really?? My eyes bugged out of my head. I started doing the math. I could most likely fit into my beautiful closet of clothes in 50 pounds. Fifty. Pounds. That is a lot.
I had a STRESSFUL day today. I have a very stressful job. Some days better than others, but most people say they wouldn't wish my job on anyone. I wanted to eat pizza or drink wine or eat pizza AND drink wine. I am drinking water and going to have a piece of fruit.
I hope I can keep this up. It is hard to admit that I am fat, but it would be hard to accept that I have to stay fat.