In my body and my mind and my heart. I don't like my lifestyle. I'm pushed to hard for no good reason. I don't think I can keep doing this. My health is suffering. All because of those loans. They loom over me. I want to run away to a lost city in Missouri where no one will find me ever again.
My body feels tubby and wubbly and when I walk I hate myself. I imagine what I look like to others. Worthless. Fat. Waste of space on this planet.
I wanted to weep looking at my puffy arms and body. I'm like a marshmallow. My handsome fit boyfriend is coming here tomorrow to spend a weekend away with me (I'm traveling for business) but I actually had this thought run through my head about how pathetic I am and his much he deserves to just have a beautiful healthy sexy confident girlfriend.
I hate that I've let myself go. Again. Third time in 4 years.