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Thing a Day: Day Sixteen
Massive food-fail again this afternoon. I didn't eat much for breakfast because we made soft plans to go out for lunch, but when D got sucked into playing Fallout, it got later and later until I felt like the world really was ending. It's an understatement to say that low blood sugar makes me unhappy. I'd had a food fail earlier in the week and after D got my blood sugar stabilized with food we talked. (More like I apologized for letting myself get that bad, but talking.) I told him that when I get into that state (and it's all too easy for me to get there) the best thing he could do would be to make me scrambled eggs, cheese optional. So here I was today curled up in a ball of sadness and crying my eyes out, but D twigged to the fact that it was food-fail and immediately made me some eggs. I am super grateful that he's willing to put up with my many fails, and very lucky that he recognizes when I need help and is willing and patient enough to help me.
Day 16:
I think I have the answer to what happens if I get fatter again. I went through another bag of clothing and pulled out two pairs of shorts and a pair of capris that I don't wear, both because shaving my legs is tedious and they no longer fit me because I've gotten fatter again. I was only sad to see one of the shorts go, because it has uncommon sailor buttons instead of a fly closure. Dammit. I'm nowhere near where I was at my largest, just larger than I was at my smallest. I'll never have what I think of as a Good Fatty body, not without significantly more restrictive dieting combined with surgery. The Good Fatty is the plus sized woman seen in most advertisements for plus sized clothes. Big, rather than Fat. The Good Fatty body doesn't have fat rolls or a protruding stomach, it's just larger, all around, with boobs that don't actually need much of the support of a bra. Not my very short very round body And the answer to the question is that I just don't wear those too-small things anymore. I have as much trouble deciding whether or not to keep the things that are too small as I do the ones that are too large. Because what if?
I also got rid of yet another Polycon shirt (that I've never worn) and a red skirt thing that I made out of the long sleeves from several t-shirts (crafting fail) and never actually finished.
Day 16:
I think I have the answer to what happens if I get fatter again. I went through another bag of clothing and pulled out two pairs of shorts and a pair of capris that I don't wear, both because shaving my legs is tedious and they no longer fit me because I've gotten fatter again. I was only sad to see one of the shorts go, because it has uncommon sailor buttons instead of a fly closure. Dammit. I'm nowhere near where I was at my largest, just larger than I was at my smallest. I'll never have what I think of as a Good Fatty body, not without significantly more restrictive dieting combined with surgery. The Good Fatty is the plus sized woman seen in most advertisements for plus sized clothes. Big, rather than Fat. The Good Fatty body doesn't have fat rolls or a protruding stomach, it's just larger, all around, with boobs that don't actually need much of the support of a bra. Not my very short very round body And the answer to the question is that I just don't wear those too-small things anymore. I have as much trouble deciding whether or not to keep the things that are too small as I do the ones that are too large. Because what if?
I also got rid of yet another Polycon shirt (that I've never worn) and a red skirt thing that I made out of the long sleeves from several t-shirts (crafting fail) and never actually finished.