Nevergirl's

Do you think you’re too fat? I do. Everyone tells me it’s all in my head, that I’m not fat at all. But this is not true.

I am fat. I know how much I weigh, I know how much I wished I weigh. We’ve a weighing scale near the kitchen, and I weigh myself after mealtimes because yes, I’m masochistic like that.

I don’t know what it is with girls and weight but I keep obsessing about mine. Also, I keep thinking I should keep a stack of weight loss supplements around so I don’t grow to blimp size like I once did. It doesn’t help that I have the appetite of a construction worker, and that I am almost always munching on something. I munch before breakfast; I munch before lunch; I munch in the afternoons while I play with the kids. I’m a muncher extraordinaire. It doesn’t show on my face but it shows in my belly, where it hurts the most. So yes, I eat and eat and then I lament how fat I’ve become. I do not see this changing any time soon, however. I know I can change things – go to the gym, watch what I eat, and all that jazz – but I haven’t done it and I don’t think I will anytime soon. It’s too tough. Just thinking about exercise wears me out. I’m blabbering. I’ll go nap now. Bye.