Just let me vent!
Sometimes, life is just shitty. I'm just having a rough go of things lately, and I wonder, do I ever get a break? Why does everything always have to be hard? ARG!!!
It all boils down to my self-confidence. I feel lousy and I look lousy. This whole weight issue is pissing me off. Why doesn't God just give us all a break and say 'all wheelchair people get to be thin'? I hate shopping because I can't try on clothes at the store and I don't even know what size I am, although I do know that I'm too bloody fat. I hate it.
I'm waiting for this great inspiration to hit and suddenly I will have the desire to work out. I don't know how to get to this point. How do I make myself care enough? Will it even make a difference?
Here's my big excuse -- life is just so busy--the kids, the house, the husband. When would I find time to work out, even if I had the desire?
I hate looking in the mirror because I hate who I've become. I used to be pretty, thin, and all together. Now I'm a fat gimped up person in a wheelchair. I hate me. I hate the lady that ran the stop sign and did this to me. Where is the justice in this world?
Sometimes, life is just shitty. I'm just having a rough go of things lately, and I wonder, do I ever get a break? Why does everything always have to be hard? ARG!!!
It all boils down to my self-confidence. I feel lousy and I look lousy. This whole weight issue is pissing me off. Why doesn't God just give us all a break and say 'all wheelchair people get to be thin'? I hate shopping because I can't try on clothes at the store and I don't even know what size I am, although I do know that I'm too bloody fat. I hate it.
I'm waiting for this great inspiration to hit and suddenly I will have the desire to work out. I don't know how to get to this point. How do I make myself care enough? Will it even make a difference?
Here's my big excuse -- life is just so busy--the kids, the house, the husband. When would I find time to work out, even if I had the desire?
I hate looking in the mirror because I hate who I've become. I used to be pretty, thin, and all together. Now I'm a fat gimped up person in a wheelchair. I hate me. I hate the lady that ran the stop sign and did this to me. Where is the justice in this world?
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