I was looking at some photos and these popped up from my from when I was above 280 pounds. One shot with a fly on my leg, for ambience:
Things have sure changed:
So why do I feel so enormous? Hmm? When is that going to change? Ever? And do I even care? Sometimes I long for those days when I thought I was “OK” because now, I don’t. Which is stupid, I know. But sometimes I just want to say, “I quit. This is it. I’m done.”
It’s been a bad day and I hate the whole entire world.