I wonder...if you don't say something out loud, does it make it less true?
Just in case it is not true, I will only type it out instead.
Something I am eating, unbeknownst to me, is making me sick. I am struggling with my weight again. Yesterday I tried on a pair of pants - in a size 2 - and got them over my hips and done up. Would have never bought them, way too tight. The fact remains that not so long ago, you would have had to put a one in front of that two to make them fit. Now, I cannot put the weight on.
Now, let me explain. I eat. I eat a lot. Sometimes a huge portion that even surprises Roger. The biggest downfall/symptom/end result of being a Celiac is that I do not retain my nutrients and essential vitamins when there is gluten present. It robs me of everything that I consume. It is, literally, like taking my yummy concoctions and flushing them.
I am very careful. I have my own cupboard full of my own food. I have certain things that I know are safe. I don't eat out. Yet, somewhere along the line I am failing my body.
Some woman would trade spots in an instant to be thin. It scares me that the scale now reads 117lbs. Add almost 100 pounds to that, and that, my friends is the weight that I was on the day that my oldest daughter was born. Scary thought.