Growing up, I had a brother who always snitched on me, he still does it to my kids, even as a grown up. I got over that, but something else he did, has always stuck with me.
He constanlty jabbed at me, calling me fat. I was in no way fat, but after hearing it for so long, you believe it. Once that happened, I was well on my way to being aneorxic. Something I had for many years.
Once I got Fibro and everything that comes with it, they put me ona bunch of medicine and it made me gain a whole lot of weight. I was not happy, for years, I didn't look at myself in the mirror. No one knew.
Once the fued started with his family and they kept throwing the word fat at me, I had had enough. I knew I had to do something.
My problem is I am struggling with who it is for. I want this to be happy, but I also think it will make my husband happier. That is ok with me, but when I start with the thoughts of showing up members of his family with my weight loss, I start to wonder if it really is for me.
But why should I feel bad? at the end of the day, my happiness is what matters right? In the end, it is all for me. The petty stuff just makes me feel better about me.
Anyway you can feel better about yourself, you need to take it. Who cares, if they don't care, it s for you anyway. Rub it in when you can, but most importantly be happy with YOU!
Thank you so much for reading guys. I know this is deviating from my usual, but I had to get it out. :)