At what point are you obligated to keep trying to lose weight again when you fail, just because you "know better?" When you have no more clothes at that fit? When you can't look at yourself in the mirror? When people you haven't seen in a long time do a double-take...and not in a good way? I bore myself with my own whining. I just wish that on some days I didn't have be thinking about what I'm eating or if I've made it to the gym. I'm a mother every day, but my kids don't need me to the same degree everyday. They needed me more when they were infants than they do now, at least physically. Is losing weight like raising a child where I'm obligated to be there and involved everyday despite colds and hormones and moods and obligations from others in my life? The reason I don't have four kids is because three was my limit. Am I trying to give birth to a fourth and calling it losing weight? That's a sobering thought.
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