Guest guest Posted April 1, 2003 Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 I hate being a normal weight! I wish that I could have my diabetes back. I miss poking my finger to check my blood sugar. I miss feeling hot & sweaty & short of breath when I walk. I miss those rashes between my rubbing thighs. I miss wetting my pants whenever I coughed or laughed. I miss the embarrassment that I felt at a party when I continuously ate plate after plate of food/sweets like I had an umbilical cord attached to the food table. Humiliation didn't stop my compulsive eating around others. I miss the handicap bathroom where I could fit. I miss not being able to easily reach all parts of my body. I miss the stupor drugged feeling and abdominal pain after a binge. I miss the throbbing back, leg, and feet pain I use to have after being on my feet awhile. I miss those looks of disgust & little rude comments made by strangers about my weight. I miss those dried up french fries, katsup stained car seats, and used fast food wrappers which use to fill my car. I miss being embarrassed about my weight in public and at work. I miss my old " couch potatoe " lifestyle of eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, watch TV, eat, sleep. I miss having various sizes of clothes in my closet for my fluctuating weight gains. I miss those prior feelings of " despair " & " hopelessness " & " why bother trying...I'll only fail at this diet too " . And " nobody likes/loves me because I'm fat " , or " I didn't get " blank,etc " because I'm fat " . OH POOR ME...I'M FAT. Oh, how I miss being " fat " . NOT !!!!! APRIL FOOLS !!!!! Hugs, Suzanne http://geocities.com/now_thin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 1, 2003 Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 I hate being a normal weight! I wish that I could have my diabetes back. I miss poking my finger to check my blood sugar. I miss feeling hot & sweaty & short of breath when I walk. I miss those rashes between my rubbing thighs. I miss wetting my pants whenever I coughed or laughed. I miss the embarrassment that I felt at a party when I continuously ate plate after plate of food/sweets like I had an umbilical cord attached to the food table. Humiliation didn't stop my compulsive eating around others. I miss the handicap bathroom where I could fit. I miss not being able to easily reach all parts of my body. I miss the stupor drugged feeling and abdominal pain after a binge. I miss the throbbing back, leg, and feet pain I use to have after being on my feet awhile. I miss those looks of disgust & little rude comments made by strangers about my weight. I miss those dried up french fries, katsup stained car seats, and used fast food wrappers which use to fill my car. I miss being embarrassed about my weight in public and at work. I miss my old " couch potatoe " lifestyle of eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, watch TV, eat, sleep. I miss having various sizes of clothes in my closet for my fluctuating weight gains. I miss those prior feelings of " despair " & " hopelessness " & " why bother trying...I'll only fail at this diet too " . And " nobody likes/loves me because I'm fat " , or " I didn't get " blank,etc " because I'm fat " . OH POOR ME...I'M FAT. Oh, how I miss being " fat " . NOT !!!!! APRIL FOOLS !!!!! Hugs, Suzanne http://geocities.com/now_thin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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