I'm feeling very blah today ... I can't explain it. All of my clothes look hideous on me, but I refuse to buy anything else until after surgery. My new supervisor at work told me today that I've gained a ton of weight since he saw me last year. Um ... thanks? I wanted to kick him in the teeth for that. It never ceases to amaze me how much people really don't think before they speak. Just because I'm heavy doesn't mean I want to be called 'Big Guy' or be told fat jokes or have people CONSTANTLY make comments to me on weight loss. Literally ... earlier this month, my wife and I went on vacation and the TSA guy decided he'd tell me how his sister or whomever lost a ton of weight. Um ... who the hell are you and why do you feel the need to just randomly tell me how somone I couldn't care less about lost weight? It's SO out of line. I'm nearing the point where I just can't take it anymore. I'm CONSTANTLY aware of myself and my size ... of how much like a damn BUS I look like walking down the street. My insurance has a 3 mo waiting peroid for surgery ... and my 3 months started on 6/9 when I had my first consult with Dr. Bass. I go for my psych eval in 2 weeks and see him the week after that ... and see the nutritionist the week after that. I feel like this whole process is moving at a snail's pace. I just don't know. I'm so discouraged and I hate myself for it. I hate myself for allowing myself to get to nearly 400 lbs. I hate myself for looking like a bloated puffer fish every damn day of my life. I hate myself for not being able to take my dog for a walk because I'm so damn fat and my back aches beyond belief. *sigh* Sorry for the rant, everyone. I'm just feeling a little blah. That comment today really set me off. I promise next post will be a positive one ...
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