Damn COVID-19 pounds!!! You know, those that have settled on your thighs and made themselves at home around your belly pretending to be a tire.
Glenn and I had them.
I am lucky. I like boho palazzo pants. They are cute when I am skinny and have much-needed space when I am not. They can hide a lot. But, eventually, something had to give.
We were walking every day – well, almost. And we weren’t eating badly. But we were mindlessly snacking. And it all added up to being downright uncomfortable.
We weren’t necessarily overweight. We still could find ourselves on the good part of the charts.
But, I have had an eating disorder lasting from my sophomore year in high school till about eight years ago when I moved in with Glenn, who knew the complete story and was a bit too vigilant for me to get away with participating in my full-blown disorder. One never quite gets away from the disordered thinking, though.
It can dominate thoughts. Continue Reading…