I went for a run yesterday and two people honked and gave me the thumbs up, guess that's the new way of treating fat people running (I like it). Back in 2002 I recall walking to work and one of the older girls in my high school drove by screaming "you're fucking disgusting!". That's my whole childhood in a nutshell. I think culturally we are in a better place, now. Maybe we've matured.
I weighed myself after I got home and I cried a little. I hit 226.5 on the scale, something I haven't seen since maybe 8th or 9th grade. I just couldn't believe it. I'm the same weight this morning, no change. I'm afraid to track it or change my flair because it doesn't actually feel real to me. Like...if that's what I weigh tomorrow, I might beleive it's true. And I might cry a little again.
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