ok, i promise I'll stop soon

Dec 04, 2009 18:16

I mean, you'd think I was fourteen years old, but he told me he loved me. And, thats a big deal.

In other, less sappy news, i've been getting rather annoyed at the old men volunteers I work with at Morris. It isn't that they are mean, and i know they like me and like to tease, but I'm getting really sick of them commenting on my weight. Like "oh yeah, there is Sarah, eating like usual."

Now I know that generally people only make fun of things like weight if they consider you so not overweight that its funny. And so I think in their minds they see me like that. And so I know i ought not to care. But i do. Especially since my weight has been tipping closer and closer to that threshold that i never want to touch. But how do they know that, i suppose?

However, unlike every normal female who is concerned about her weight, I don't renounce food like I should. Instead i get depressed, which just makes me eat more. And i'm not eating fresh fruit, its all doughnuts and pizza and deep fried fat, which then makes me feel fat and then i get more depressed and eat more.

its a terrible cycle.

I really just want to work out, except its already completely dark out by the time i get home. and i'm so so so tired.
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