I guess it's morning anyway, or almost, at least where I am.
Another sober night here, although I had a nightmare that I had slipped. :boohoo:
I'm finding that it is so much harder to do this program without exercise.
On top of that, my husband thought it would be funny to buy me several bottles of wine from the "Fat Bastard" winery. There were so many other things he could have chosen.
I'm really getting self-conscious about my tummy. I was effortlesslessly slender, until I reached fifty. I have always had a robust appetite and I ate as much as I wanted. Now I'm a size 6. My tummy looks like a sharpei's (sp?) face. Occasionally, I cannot get even a size 6 blouse to button around my breasts. I didn't know that women developed bigger breasts in middle age:upset: . I hate it!
I know that not looking good is not the reason I'm depressed but it isn't helping. I would so like to feel like myself again. I've gained about five pounds since I've been immobilized from my surgery. In light of the world's problems, I feel guilty even writing that I'm unhappy with the way I look.
Aargh . . . I signed on to wish everyone a happy day and I'm being such a downer. I'm sorry . . . somebody give me a good kick in the butt!
:heart: E
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