Last night I was going through my work shirts to figure out what I was going to wear today.
I am working at a convention today and we have pretty nice button up shirts with our company name and logo
embroidered on them. I grabbed my white shirt and it didn’t fit. Then I tried the black one. Nope. Well, maybe the navy blue shirt? No way.
Digging through my closet,
frantically looking for a nice button down long sleeve shirt to wear was like torture for me because nothing fit.
I started yanking clothes off of the hangers and throwing them on the floor.
“Why do I have any of this stuff? This is all reminders of what a fat ass I am!”
Finally I found 1 lone black shirt that fits. One. In a closet FULL of clothes.
I am upset, angry, sad, frustrated, and the worst of all not motivated to do anything.
This blog post is being written because whenever I post about this stuff, I find some encouraging words that help me find some motivation. Just getting it out helps me.
The worst part about it all is that during this breakdown of throwing clothes around my BG tanked and I ended up having to eat.
Diabetes can kiss my fat ass for rubbing salt in my wound.