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I have those moments where I think like that. Especially when looking at old childhood photos of myself and wondering what would have happened if my parents never split up, and I didn't spend my formative years semi-homeless and in poverty, with poor quality medical care, housing, and educational opportunities.
What if my parents had worked out their marriage problems, Dad had kept his good job, I grew up in that nice working class neighborhood in California, and I was able to continue taking those dance classes I loved and added a sport to it? Or music? What if my PCOS had been diagnosed when I was 12, and already obese, instead of at 29?
What if instead of feeling helpless as my weight ballooned up on the garbage food that can be easily stored and prepared in a motel room or car, I'd had a stable home life and a pediatrician that said, "Get Kristy to a gynecologist or endocrinologist" when I was complaining of heavy periods that left me doubled over in pain and a constant feeling of hunger?
Would I have had one of those cute teenage California girl bodies that the boys liked? Would I have been less shy and more outgoing as a teen? Would I have had the confidence and energy to get involved in clubs at school, and make lots of friends, and get into a quality college and finish in four years and become a math teacher?

But, we can't go back. And we have these bodies, no imaginary bodies from an alternate life. The only direction we can go is forward, toward greater health and a better life.

And I plan to save up loads of cash for Beach Babe Body surgery.

I have three kinds of "blenders". I have the regular traditional type of blender, the stick blender that you can use in a bowl or pot, and a food processor, which can blend, but also shred, chop, slice, etc. I use the stick blender more than the other two, because it's easier to store (I keep it in a draw with my knives), set up (just slide the stick onto the motor housing and twist until it clicks) and clean up (I usually just run it for a few seconds in a cup of soapy Water, then rinse it.)

Dr. Vincent DiNick, in Ypsilanti, MI, he was fabulous!

Well, here's the thing. Children that young are not judging you, they're just curious and inquisitive. Just try to keep that in mind.
And though it sucks to have to educate people all the time, if you try to pretend that they are from a foreign culture (because obesity is really a whole different way of life) it can help you detach from people's stares and unkind statements.

Wow, totally unprofessional. Both of those. Keep looking. I have a great therapist who basically guides me through self therapy. What she does is ask me very open ended questions and allows me to think for myself. This is important because I only see her one hour a month. The other 700+ hours a month, I need to be able to talk myself through stuff, right?

Well, here's the thing. Children that young are not judging you, they're just curious and inquisitive. Just try to keep that in mind.
And though it sucks to have to educate people all the time, if you try to pretend that they are from a foreign culture (because obesity is really a whole different way of life) it can help you detach from people's stares and unkind statements.

Wow, totally unprofessional. Both of those. Keep looking. I have a great therapist who basically guides me through self therapy. What she does is ask me very open ended questions and allows me to think for myself. This is important because I only see her one hour a month. The other 700+ hours a month, I need to be able to talk myself through stuff, right?

Wow, totally unprofessional. Both of those. Keep looking. I have a great therapist who basically guides me through self therapy. What she does is ask me very open ended questions and allows me to think for myself. This is important because I only see her one hour a month. The other 700+ hours a month, I need to be able to talk myself through stuff, right?

I had a really crappy childhood and a rough go of my 20's. If I hadn't honed my sense of humor and sarcasm as a teen, I would not have made it to 30. There's humor in anything, even death and mental illness. (I almost committed suicide at 21.) I joke about my own post partum psychosis and my dead mom (I have a tiny urn of her ashes and take her out to lunch on her birthday.)
I used to be very sensitive about how people perceived me, but something happened when I hit 30, and as I approach 40 I no longer have the energy, time, or F's to give heed to others opinions. Unless they're positive opinions, of course.
This might be a good thing to discuss with your therapist.

I had a really crappy childhood and a rough go of my 20's. If I hadn't honed my sense of humor and sarcasm as a teen, I would not have made it to 30. There's humor in anything, even death and mental illness. (I almost committed suicide at 21.) I joke about my own post partum psychosis and my dead mom (I have a tiny urn of her ashes and take her out to lunch on her birthday.)
I used to be very sensitive about how people perceived me, but something happened when I hit 30, and as I approach 40 I no longer have the energy, time, or F's to give heed to others opinions. Unless they're positive opinions, of course.
This might be a good thing to discuss with your therapist.

Well, here's the thing. Children that young are not judging you, they're just curious and inquisitive. Just try to keep that in mind.
And though it sucks to have to educate people all the time, if you try to pretend that they are from a foreign culture (because obesity is really a whole different way of life) it can help you detach from people's stares and unkind statements.

Getting upset doesn't help anything. My son once noticed a little boy (about 3) at the grocery store who only had a thumb and one finger on his right hand (congenital defect) and started asking loudly, "What's wrong with his hand?!"
I hadn't noticed, so it took me a second and the boy's mother chimed in, "That's how God made him!"
My son was still asking why, and so I said, "God wanted him to be left handed!" And the other boys mother laughed with me, and said she would add that to her repertoire.

Getting upset doesn't help anything. My son once noticed a little boy (about 3) at the grocery store who only had a thumb and one finger on his right hand (congenital defect) and started asking loudly, "What's wrong with his hand?!"
I hadn't noticed, so it took me a second and the boy's mother chimed in, "That's how God made him!"
My son was still asking why, and so I said, "God wanted him to be left handed!" And the other boys mother laughed with me, and said she would add that to her repertoire.

Getting upset doesn't help anything. My son once noticed a little boy (about 3) at the grocery store who only had a thumb and one finger on his right hand (congenital defect) and started asking loudly, "What's wrong with his hand?!"
I hadn't noticed, so it took me a second and the boy's mother chimed in, "That's how God made him!"
My son was still asking why, and so I said, "God wanted him to be left handed!" And the other boys mother laughed with me, and said she would add that to her repertoire.