I'm in short, doing fabulously well. Mom's need for me to be sick is not influencing me. In fact, it is something that I'm ignoring by not letting her discuss my health with me. I'm still chunky though, I have to lose weight so I'm going to class at the Y. I'm trying to walk more, work out more, and try to lose weight. My stomach problem may mean that my body has trouble digesting so I bloat. I use metamucil to counteract this. I have my methods.
Cheese is not great for me but it has the habit of leveling my blood sugar. I'm eating a whole foods diet with mom helping me out with that one at least. I'm really careful what I put into my body. I mean she really has nothing to complain about. I'm reading a whole book about borderline personality disorder. I'm striving to take my meds. I'm working on devising a plan to lose weight. The plan involves not pushing myself too hard but definitely cross training. I think I'm on my way to success and I will not listen to negative martyr talk from my mother about how I need to lose weight, whine, whine whine. I'm not listening. I'm doing this my way.



