I'm really depressed about what I've done to myself with eating. Somehow I make it ok to do to myself what I find most disgusting, becoming obese. I am totally obsessed with my appearance and weight, yet I make sure that I stay fat by eating all the wrong foods, over and over again.
I blame it on all kind of things, like my bad marriage, my depression, the bad lot in life I was dealt. Anything to justify going to the kitchen for one more scoop of ice cream.
I'm 48 yrs old, male, 340 lbs, and 6'6' tall.
I blame it on all kind of things, like my bad marriage, my depression, the bad lot in life I was dealt. Anything to justify going to the kitchen for one more scoop of ice cream.
I'm 48 yrs old, male, 340 lbs, and 6'6' tall.
