I'm so tired.
Not in the exhausted way, well, I am that too, but I'm tired. I'm tired of taking a shower and having to rest when I get dressed because I wore myself out. I'm tired of not being able to keep up with people in Wal-Mart because I have to pace myself. I'm tired of worrying myself into a worry coma every time I go to the emergency room that they are going to tell me I have high blood pressure.
I am tired of worrying. I'm tired of getting the funny looks. I'm tired of people saying "gosh, I remember when you were small." I don't. I don't think I've ever been small. I just cannot think back far enough to know. To know what I looked like smaller. To know what it feels like to walk in a place and you're not the topic of the conversation. That the people I go to the store with doesn't get mad because people laugh at me.
I want to start over. I want to pull it off and get to the weight I want to be. I want to be able to walk in a store and buy any clothes I want and be able to say "yes, I know this shirt makes me look good."
But I think the question is "do I have the will power?" Do I have what it takes? I don't know. I cannot answer you that. I've tried. Many, many times before and failed miserably. If I try again, what makes me think I can do it.
I talk about it all the time. I tell people how miserable I am and if I pulled the weight off I'd be happier. But it's all talk. It's all thought. Dreams.
I need help. Some serious GET DOWN TO IT AND DO IT BARBARA help.
*sighs*
Love until later.
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