Day 143 - Mom called my legs sticks. Mmm, good. But. Simultaneously, she remarked I had fat sides. Isn't it strange? Can't the woman make up her mind, if her daughter is skinny or fat, if she should stop dieting or maybe double the strictness, if she better eat or maybe not eat at all? Seriously, sometimes she drives me nuts with her comments. How can I count myself slim if she says I'm fat? How can I consider stopping if she clearly hints at odd weight? How can I become confident and like my new body if this body is still regarded ugly? Pfft. Also, Mom lacks tactfulness for sure.
The backward-motion (aka getting weight back) yet adds to the effect, and makes me real cranky and peppery, and my personal life gets screwed too, duh. How awful. *puts a fake smile on her face* let's hope extra hard workout at the pool will help me not get fatter. I move too slow, hence no progress, therefore I'm very upset and embarrassed before you. I'm sorry.
The backward-motion (aka getting weight back) yet adds to the effect, and makes me real cranky and peppery, and my personal life gets screwed too, duh. How awful. *puts a fake smile on her face* let's hope extra hard workout at the pool will help me not get fatter. I move too slow, hence no progress, therefore I'm very upset and embarrassed before you. I'm sorry.
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