I had to see my dad and her for Christmas. Which is a horrible way to look at it. "Had to." But it's the truth. If I could see my dad without her, it might turn into "get to."
Anyway, within about five minutes, she made a comment about how fat I am. And asked how my diet is going. I responded, "I am not on a diet. But I am fine, thanks for asking."
Bitch.
Seriously, I've lost three pants sizes since they saw me last. Could you maybe give me a compliment on the way I look? No, she can't. Kind words are not in her vocabulary.
Not to even get into that I've been through HELL in the last year. Recovering from a miscarriage, then struggling with infertility, two grandparents' suicide attempts, one ultimately dying, my fiance leaving me, job uncertainty. So yeah, thanks for your concern.
And what's worse is, I know I'm doing well. I know I look good. I know I'm doing things that are good for me, mentally and physically.
But she makes this comment, and all I want to do is eat. Well, maybe eat and drink. But mostly eat.
It doesn't help that I have major PMS right now. But ever since seeing them, I've been eating worse, and I've had to force myself to do even the smallest amount of exercise. And it's the holidays. And maybe I'm just full of excuses.
I swear, I'll feel better soon. And dammit, I still look good in those skinny jeans.
1 comment:
She is evil... there is no doubt about that... But she is also probably an insecure and miserable person who is only able to make herself feel better by making other people feel worse. Don't let her get her way. You had a shitty year, you are doing great and I am sure looking awesome. Think about the good and flash her a 1000 watt smile and ignore her BS - it will drive her mad!
Happy New Year! I hope 2013 is filled with only great health and happiness!
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