In surrender. I hold my arms high in heavy, sad yet somehow liberating surrender. My battle with my weight and my tummy is is going nowhere as I am besiged by foods of the most fattening nature. Try as I might to avoid them, that divinely delicious mars bar can seem so tempting in the middle of a particularly boring lecture. I am sleepy, my tummy empty, my will turns girly.
And so I give in. I happen to give in quite alot, however, yesterday was the last straw for me. I have given up my weight battle. As such, I consider every comment about my size, my shape or the amount of blubber i have on my torso an attack that is both demeaning and insidious and I will respond as such.
I mope.
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