I don't know what's wrong with me? I've been reading other blogs and finding them so inspirational, funny, motivating and fun. Then I come to mine and I'm all BLAH. I feel like I have nothing to say, nothing new to contribute.
I'm in a funk... can you tell? My excema is OUT OF CONTROL. My hand is killing me. I don't remember it hurting like this before. I'm not used to the pain anymore.
I'm pleased to report that my Christmas shopping is done, except for the traditional ginch from the "Ginch" for the boys. So why am I so stressed?? I'm not really sure.
I just know I want to bury myself face first in a bag of dill pickle full fat real potato chips, and not come up for air for three days.
But I won't.
If you have issues, or baggage, you may be offended by what you read here. I work through my self loathing of my own fat, and my own fat issues, and I’m told this comes across as loathing all fat people. That is simply not the case.
Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".
This blog is not meant to inspire anyone. I take no responsibility for what you take away from here. You are here as a guest into my inner thoughts.