Superfat is a personality that lives within me. I have tried to kill her all my life. She is responsible for my poor self image, my lack of completion ability and my over all lack of confidence in my potential. Even when I know that I a smart, looking great and loved, she will show up and make me feel stupid, fat and unwanted. While losing weight and feeling better she loses power. Today she was resusitated.
I went for an MRI on the German economy. I am Closterphobic first of all and I had a panic attack when the rolled me in to the machine. But amongst the heavy breathing, screaming and tears, I heard the nurse say "grossen, grossen" "fraus ich grossen" That means big! I was too big for the machine. They didn't have to sedate me because my fat butt wouldn't fit in the machine correctly anyway. As I lay there praying that they let me out soon, between tears, I imagined that the machine was a coffin and that I would be buried alive.
And that is exactly how I feel as a fat person. Buried alive. No one can hear the real me beating on the top of the coffin asking to be released because I really want to live. I really want to live. Not just exist, but live. I want to experience life without fears and setbacks and sadness. I want to live.
Now back to SuperFat. She is a superZero in my mind telling me I cannot succeed. She has been around my entire life. There is a SHERO that exists inside that battles her daily. Sometimes SHE wins and sometimes SF wins. Today...I want to begin the long, hard climb out of the coffin of obesity into the marvelous life of health.....
DAY 2 menu on the way...
I went for an MRI on the German economy. I am Closterphobic first of all and I had a panic attack when the rolled me in to the machine. But amongst the heavy breathing, screaming and tears, I heard the nurse say "grossen, grossen" "fraus ich grossen" That means big! I was too big for the machine. They didn't have to sedate me because my fat butt wouldn't fit in the machine correctly anyway. As I lay there praying that they let me out soon, between tears, I imagined that the machine was a coffin and that I would be buried alive.
And that is exactly how I feel as a fat person. Buried alive. No one can hear the real me beating on the top of the coffin asking to be released because I really want to live. I really want to live. Not just exist, but live. I want to experience life without fears and setbacks and sadness. I want to live.
Now back to SuperFat. She is a superZero in my mind telling me I cannot succeed. She has been around my entire life. There is a SHERO that exists inside that battles her daily. Sometimes SHE wins and sometimes SF wins. Today...I want to begin the long, hard climb out of the coffin of obesity into the marvelous life of health.....
DAY 2 menu on the way...











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