The fast did feel good yesterday, and so does eating right today. I'm slowly, slowly, slowly changing. Yes, I'd like something sweet right now (I mean besides the jawbreaker I'm sucking on), but I'm really ok just saying I'm finished with lunch. I'm making crepes tonight and that will be fine too. It's nice to feel fine with a normal amount of food---not always wanting more.
I wish I could say the same for my poor sister. She's really heavy and went to instacare last night because her legs were so bruised and painful. Pure obesity. She doesn't have blood clots, which was the big fear, only thing to be done is lose weight, exercise and lay off the salt. I'll try and help her all I can, but it's difficult--she refuses to use the computer, refuses to return calls. She's ashamed and feels hopeless in a lot of areas in her life. My Dad has given up. My mom and other sister do nothing but radiate disapproval--this combined with the 100% toxic environment she creates for herself...no wonder she's in despair.
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