My hunger does not originate from my stomach. My hunger, the hunger that helms the bridge of my demise, lives somewhere underneath my highlighted locks and behind my blue eyes. That is a dangerous place for my hunger to live, in such close proximity to my mouth!
I sit in meetings and look around and wonder. I don't see any Twiggies or Heidi Klums, but I see others smaller than me. I have to ask myself, "What control do these people have that is lacking in me?" I don't have the answer.
I was sitting in the car the other day waiting on Tracey to come out of the store. This tiny little thing, probably a size 4, came walking out and suddenly it all struck me as very funny. I have a damn band around my stomach to help me lose weight, yet this girl can just do it! Just be tiny! And what is even better is that even WITH weight loss surgery, I will probably never be as tiny as her.
I know that I have the power to make healthy choices. I have lost 80 pounds in six months. But I also know that sometimes I can't find my self control. It's like "control" took a flight to the Florida Keys for a week of snorkeling & margaritas!
Ah...I feel better now! Happy Thursday ya'll!