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September 13, 2006

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Creeping, creeping, my weight is creeping. I feel like I’m busting out of my pants. I’ve resorted to wearing the same old comfort sweatshirt everyday.

I was walking through town to have lunch with my best friend when I noticed my reflection in the store windows. My butt has gotten so large I look like I’m perpetually bent forward.

I have to read the intuitive eating book quicker because I need to know the whole approach. Giving me the license to eat is packing the weight on. I’m sure there are exercises to analyze why I’m eating or how to understand my body’s hunger mechanism or something.

Part of the problem is that I’m resorting to buttered bagels (a staple in my parent’s household) the way some people resort to cigarettes or a glass of wine. I would normally resort to a glass of wine, but a while ago I got sick from the sulfites in a red wine and I can’t seem to go near the stuff (even white). If this were my house I’d load my fridge up with Corona beer but my parents would ship me off to rehab or something like that.

We are so close to closing on our house but it might get postponed because it’s hard for my lawyer to reach the seller’s lawyer. I’m going nuts. We have a few things to do before we move in and I’m hoping I can survive that long.

5 days and counting before I can start repairing what’s left of my sanity.

Posted by hopeful @ September 13, 2006 3:28 PM