I tell myself that the scale doesn't matter, and it doesn't.
But then I can't take my kids to Disney World because my body won't fit on the rides... And then I find myself judging my husband (only him though) because of the weight he's put on and refusing to look at my own poor health decisions... And then I realize that it's been almost 5 months since my surgery and I still feel down right miserable a lot of the time...
How do I do this differently?
I think it's time to start writing again. My head is an unfriendly place that could use some airing out.
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