I hit the wall on Sunday when I was getting ready for the opera. None of my good pants fit. I tried a button extender on one pair and it popped off. Glad it happened while I was still at home! My good coat was too tight. Had trouble putting on my peds (little footies). Was hot and exhausted just from getting dressed! Enough!
Sometimes I think, why bother? I'll be 80 in 10 years. I've been fat my whole life. Who cares at this point? I just hated how I felt getting dressed and I think about how difficult it would be to take care of me at this weight if I get sick. Hopefully Carin will be there for me and I don't want her to have to try to move me around at 280 pounds!
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