Sunday, May 31, 2015

Perfect weight.

I am not the perfect weight. 
Far from it.
According to my mom, I should be 100-108lbs. That's skinny. Healthy. Perfect. 
I am not this weight. I am 111.2 lbs. According to mom, that's not good. It's 'we should buy you new pants', it's 'suck it in' weight. She weighed 120lbs once in her life, for swim team, and a lot of that was muscle. 
I need to lose weight. 

I'm used to being on the low side of the charts. Hell, I wasn't even on the chart for the longest time. I don't remember what it was last year. It was still lowish, but average, but not perfect. 

Take me back to college. Take me to camp. I want to not be judged when I eat ice cream or cookies or given knowing looks when I have a salad. 

It'll be better next week when I'm not crampy or bloated or craving things. I'm a whiny mess. I'm having a hormonal meltdown, it's not pretty. But It Happens.
I'm sorry. I don't wanna talk about it. 
Hugs would be good. I'm gonna cuddle with the zerbra and Bert my hippo. 
I need to hydrate more. Then I'll feel better. 

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