Something you hope to change about yourself, and why.
Well, right now the only thing I can think of is my weight. I have never been so fat, ever, and it makes me miserable.
I can’t even pull my tummy in anymore! As much as I love my cleavage, my breasts weigh about 3kg each! I’ve picked up 22 kilograms in the 3 years my Glugster and I have been together.
I got my grubby little paws on a Sass Designs One Dress, and when I saw pictures of myself in it I wanted to cry. When I look at some of the clothes I wore when my hubby and I first met, I get so pissed off with myself I just wanna hide in the bathroom with a bucket of KFC.
Isn’t that ridiculous?!?
Every occasion or mood swing or celebration is a reason to eat for me.
I get despondent over something like how fat I am, and all I can think of is junk food. Date night? We have to eat out, with cocktails and dessert, and then celebrate date night with a giant Coke and a huge box of Smarties poured into my oversized box of popcorn whilst watching a movie.
A trip to the mall just isn’t complete without a stop in at a bakery or pastry shoppe.
A family get together has to include cupcakes and everyone’s favourite snacky things.
I get depressed, I want to eat.
I get excited about something or I want to celebrate, I want to eat.
I have a very slow sugar metabolism, typical of a diabetic family history with the potential of developing it myself where all my weight sits between my crotch and my shoulders, as a result, I look like a bubble on toothpicks because my arms and legs stay pretty thin.
I know can’t lose weight unless I cut out carbs, serve smaller portions, cut out sugar AND get some exercise, there’s just no way.
And that thought rings in my ears as I take the drive-thru home instead of the highway.