Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I am fat. I wasn't always fat, but I have been for the last 3 years, since my middle son was born. I am a comfort eater. It doesn't really matter what I eat, when I am stressed, anything will do. I am not too particular. Once I ate a frozen dinner still cold because I could not wait for it to cook. I have food issues. I have an eating disorder. Most people would laugh if they heard me say that, because I am fat. I cannot stop eating. I try & do other things, but food just calls to me. I have no control. We have no $, so a lot of the stuff I eat is cheap processed food, which I know is bad for me, but we can afford it. Also, it's quick to make, which is a bonus. I make sure my kids eat well, but i can't seem to do the same for myself. I am pathetic.
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Oh boy. I hear you. I am fat too. Not pleasantly plump, not round, just plain old fat. I don't always binge, but i do on occasion and then hate myself for it later. Dear Lord, why did I think I needed to eat 6 cookies in one afternoon???!
I found you at the basement. It's funny how food, emotions, and money problems all seem to be tied together, isn't it?
AND I hope you can find some comfort in blogging. I know I have and have met some good online friends in the process. Hang it there sweety, it's gonna get better!!!!!
Thanks jodi! I'm trying to find comfort in small things, I just get so overwhelmed sometimes. I'm making myself write, even though for the most part, I know no one's reading, because it helps a bit.
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