I find myself an object of fascination....to myself. I want to view myself from a distance and note as the weeks pass the weight loss caused by the new diet but be ignorant of the cause. I want to be someone on the outside so that when I discover the truth I can say 'I'm so impressed at how well she's coping.' I want the frustration to be someone elses.
It's either sink or swim. My husband tells me there is no sinking. You always swim. Because you have to. So I'll just start paddling.
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