Referring to the depression and self-loathing. After having my session with counselor, AND the appointment and discussion with Dr N regarding my not being able to lose weight, and the solution, I was feeling optimistic, even happy.
The around comes Sunday lunch with MiL. I didn't eat much of my noodle dish, brought most of it home in a container. But as we were getting ready to leave, I could hear the man and his woman/partner/wife talking behind me.
"Oy, look at the size of that one. Be careful, she might sit on you." I turn around and he and his woman are looking me up and down, laughing. I so wanted to go up to him and say "Like YOU'RE some fucking prize.", but good manners won out and I just had Wing get me out of there as fast as I could go, because I wasn't going to let those two rude pieces of shit see me cry.
Current mood: Depressed.
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