Fat and happy. I can’t find happiness though, beneath the rolls of fat.
I’m back in my own house again, and have been to the gym. I really needed those exercise induced endorphins today. I’ve been crashing.
No amount of exercise can combat this horrible weight gain though. I feel grotesque and really want to stop my meds. My head is full of conflict. It’s a familiar feeling but an unwelcome one. I’m beginning to fear food. I’m calorie counting and I’m stressed.