crystaleyes
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something about this scares me. there's always a chance that this will last only another week or a few more days and something inside of me will curl up and i'll give up and stop trying...but its what might happen if i don't stick with this, that really scares me. i don't want to die. not like this..not because i'm drowning in fat. i don't want to be one of those women riding around walmart in the electric carts, with my rear hanging 5 inches over on each side and an oxygen tank in the front. i don't want to deal with my body's size crushing me, crippling me...making walking impossible because it hurts to damn much....no i want to dance and run and live...i want to live. i want to have fun again and not waste away on the sofa. i can do this. this first week hasn't been all that bad...sure i've thought a few times about eating the roses off of the fake cake in the bakery but i didn't. and i really love veggies....i think salads are my brand of heroin. i don't really miss the sodas so much...and i'm saving money by not pumping quarters into the machines 3 times a day. okay four times a day...can't forget the honey buns. and by packing a good lunch, i don't run the chance of eating from the deli or one of the surrounding restraunts. so i can do this. this time its for me...not to make my mom proud or to fit in with my thinner friends...this is all about me. and i've already had a few laughs...who knew spinach would turn your poop neon green, lol.....gross i know, but i'll take my laughs where i can get them. this is a good day. i'm happy...i'm up...i'm not crying or wishing i were dead...so today is a real good day.
the only thing that worries me...is that my doctor didn't really explain to me that my thyroid being so sluggish could be responsible for depression as well...he didn't really say anything about any of the side effects except for not being able to lose weight...i see the new doctor in Feb. so maybe...she'll be more thorough. i think i'm going to ask santa for a pink ipod filled with all kinds of music to get my rear in gear...along with an excercise bike...but that eliptical machine is looking pretty good and the price is right. who knows...maybe after this is all said and done, i'll be able to wear pink and not look like a giant shmoo. a girl can only wear so much black but then again...my little black dress will actually be little. okay i can so do this!
the only thing that worries me...is that my doctor didn't really explain to me that my thyroid being so sluggish could be responsible for depression as well...he didn't really say anything about any of the side effects except for not being able to lose weight...i see the new doctor in Feb. so maybe...she'll be more thorough. i think i'm going to ask santa for a pink ipod filled with all kinds of music to get my rear in gear...along with an excercise bike...but that eliptical machine is looking pretty good and the price is right. who knows...maybe after this is all said and done, i'll be able to wear pink and not look like a giant shmoo. a girl can only wear so much black but then again...my little black dress will actually be little. okay i can so do this!
it can groan and complain all it wants to...it's cut off...no more eating until i'm so full, i could burst. i saw something on tv that said fat holds toxins inside of your body and i have this huge belly hanging in front of me that is full of poison...i'm amazed i'm not dead. i hate that feeling when i walk, of my stomach bumping against the tops of my thighs like an apron whose pockets are stuffed to overflowing. i dream of the day when i can walk into a plastic surgeons office and have it cut off. a flat....well flatter stomach that doesn't hang over my legs like some drooping glob of flesh. i have a realistic picture of what i look like now, and daily reminders of where i could end up....but what is stronger is that image in my head of the me i could have been had food not been so important. that pretty girl with long dark hair and a big smile with long legs and a flat tummy. she's still in there...she's been there, silent all these years...waiting for her chance to live and damn it, i'm going to give her the chance. i really want that exercise bike now...i need something to take my mind off of that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. i still get hungry even though i've eaten.
so don't like water but its important
going to pick up a book on nutrition this weekend...see if that helps...i'm sure they have an idiots guide to nutrition...having one of those moments that makes me want to cry...it's not easy realizing after four years...that i did indeed mean nothing to someone i wasted a huge amount of time on. the realization isn't the painful part...its the wasted time and the fact that i feel really foolish...its like being at a pig party and realizing that the hot guy asked you out because he wanted to win a bet. sucks and i know i'll get over...this is just a scraped knee on my ego but it still sucks and i'm going to take a moment to be pissy. the blue jeans are kind of nibbling at my happiness too. they're a 22 for god's sake....they are no where near a 22...more like a size 16 whose retaining water. i'm okay...really. is it weird to have a friend who only wants to be friends with you if your hung up on some guy because she's hung up on some guy and misery loves company....i hate to say it but i think that's what's going on. i'd like to have one friend who likes me for me....is that so damn hard. my half brother never calls me unless he wants to borrow money..my real mom doesn't call much...most of my friends call me when they want someone to unload on and while i don't mind listening to their problems....who's there to listen to mine? sometimes i love living down here in the boonies...but other times...it feels like a prison and i know,at times, that i'm lonely. i'll be okay. i hate it though when these moments crop up and i feel less that enough but the only person i have to be good enough for is myself...well and my son. 
