A daunting battle since I was in junior high.
It seems those fifty pounds I gained in three years are hanging on.
Only now it's eighty pounds.
Daunting.
It's depressing. I've lost twenty-six pounds which is fine.
It's good. It's okay. It's frustrating. I ought to be happy.
One time I lost sixty pounds in six months.
I was in my late twenties.
Emotionless.
Right now my appetite is way down.
At the hospital they have you eat three meals a day plus snacks.
I thought I was going to burst.
I gained eight pounds.
Boundaries.
I cannot watch the skinny commercials.
"Take this pill, use this machine, take a yoga class."
None of those work for me.
I like to eat very little but what I eat isn't always the best choice.
Puzzled.
Some protein drink.
Some water, tea or sugar free lemonade.
Some fruit smoothie.
Some ice cream
Truth.
Prayer about it is always good.
Now that I'm in a small group I have hope that I will make friends.
Going to AA meetings is helping.
Talking to my friends and family is new and good.
Hope.
