Ugh. The fat is just sitting on me. Rolls over the top of my blue jeans. Yuck.
I caught a glimpse of a my reflection yesterday. Sadly, one of my fat rolls is as big as my boobs. Great. Very unattractive. I immediately sat up. Slightly better.
It is icky to be fat. I do not like it. I hate it. I do not want to be fat. It is a struggle to not be bogged down about it.
My husband says, "you are so beautiful!" I stare at him in disbelief. I contemplate his honesty. Is he trying to make me feel good? Or is he blinded by love? Am I truly beautiful? Even with fat hanging all over the place? Yuck. How can that be beautiful?? Silly man.
Changes, Remembrance, and Resolutions - "*but those who hope in the Lord* *will renew their strength.* *They will soar on wings like eagles;* *they will run and not grow weary,* *they will walk and...
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