Well,I am the big "50"now. I am having very ambivalent feelings about this entire age thing. Not that I can do one darn thing about it. I really thought that turning fifty would change things with the way I felt about my body image. But it didn't. I wished that I didn't give a crap about my body size and really started enjoying my life, the last half of it any way. I have stewed for years ,decades about how much weight I can lose or gain. I am so freaking sick of doing that! Your guess is as good as mine on why I can't let it go. Hell, I am defective! Aren't we all defective in some capacity? I think we are and it is up to each one of us on how we deal with our own imperfections. Did I mention how I had a nurse say to me, "I sure wish I was anorexia and was as thin as you!" My first thought was , "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, RIGHT?" Hell, I wouldn't wish these eating disorders on anyone, not even my worst enemy. Do they know that anorexia and bulimia are one of the most deadliest mental diseases a person could be diagnosed with? They clearly do not know that! Sorry that I have typed a "whole lot of nothing" this time around. I have a little schnauzer needing my attention, and this little girl makes me happy!
Talk to you all soon! Love you all! Pam
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