I'm getting a divorce. Usually, when I have to deal with something way beyond my emotional tolerance, I eat. And not something like a pint of ice-cream or sack of potato chips. I can inhale a whole extra large pizza by myself, wash it down with a liter of Dr. Pepper, and still want dessert. Gross, I know! I'm not proud of it. Well, with my impending divorce, I'm determined not to let this happen.
It's weird... It's not working with my husband (hasn't been for a very, very long time) and I am glad that it will finally be over but it's still sad. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man but he just refused to grow up.
In the 7 1/2 years we've been together, my weight has yo-yoed, I have lost the confidence I had, and I let my appearance go to hell, for the most part. Having 2 kids, I don't really have a social life so I never really have a reason to get myself gussied up. My ex never complimented me or made me feel attractive so I stopped feeling like I was and slowly let my body match my mood... shitty.
I'm not going to let it happen anymore. I used to look really good (not being conceited) and I'm going to again. I'm not going to let this horrible situation define me or sidetrack me from my goals anymore. As bad as I want some mac n' cheese or a bulging foot-long hoagie, I want single digit sized jeans more.
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