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We've got two barbecues to go to this weekend. And I'm starting to feel the anxiety that I've felt before every social event for the last several years because there's a voice in my head that keeps telling me I'm fat and everyone will be judging me.
There are other, more positive voices in there too, reminding me that I've lost 12 pounds, that the people we'll be with are kind and care about me, that nobody cares what I look like and they'll just be happy to see us all.
Usually the negativity wins out and I end up feeling awkward and miserable. But it occurs to me...finally...that I can choose Not to let that happen. I can decide to be happy and enjoy the weekend. That sounds a lot better than spending every moment trying to be as small and insignificant as possible in the hopes that nobody will notice my size.
Carpe diem...? Or whatever.
!!!!
There are other, more positive voices in there too, reminding me that I've lost 12 pounds, that the people we'll be with are kind and care about me, that nobody cares what I look like and they'll just be happy to see us all.
Usually the negativity wins out and I end up feeling awkward and miserable. But it occurs to me...finally...that I can choose Not to let that happen. I can decide to be happy and enjoy the weekend. That sounds a lot better than spending every moment trying to be as small and insignificant as possible in the hopes that nobody will notice my size.
Carpe diem...? Or whatever.
!!!!