Today my arms are covered, but I AM going to wear the sleeveless stuff this summer. If people don't like it, they can look away. I'm a WORK-IN-PROGRESS and I'm feeling very good today about my eating and body. I'm trying to operate on the practice that if I can't mentally say anything nice about my body, I won't mentally say anything at all! Inner dialogue can be a real self-esteem killer.
Just sat out a great summer storm and I'm heading to a Weight Watcher meeting tonight. I need help. I'm going to give it a try. The last time I was at a meeting like this is when I was 14 and just getting heavy. My mom took me and offered me $10 for every pound I lost. It didn't work, I was angry at myself, my mother and the world for my problems at the moment. My head was not in the right place.
So tonight, fingers crossed, I will go to the meeting and report back to YOU! After all, like an alcoholic who needs to go to daily AA meetings or a drug addict who needs daily DA classes, perhaps I DO need a daily meeting to get my food addiction in order.
All I know is that something has got to be done or I really will eat myself to death. I'm tired of losing weight only to regain it. I'm tired with lying to myself about my health. I'm tired of being tired.
This is what the end of the rope must look like. I'm glad I'm here and I'm glad I'm still alive to do something about it.
THANK YOU for the great emails on my fat arms
and your kind posts...keep them coming!