Her hair is fabulous!
I've seen before and after pictures of her side by side. In the fat one, she looked so unstylish and unhappy. In the skinny, she was positively glowing.
Who cares how she got there? She's beautiful! Just leave her be!
Did I mention just how much I love food?
I love the colors, the smells, the taste...
I love to cook it.
I love to serve it.
I love to plan menus.
I love to garnish it.
I love to read about it.
I love to explore and create with it...
I actually registered for culinary school and was all set until they pulled the plug for my default loans.
I get a rush, an actual high reading recipes and learning about new foods.
I blame marriage for my depression and weight gain.
I used to be spontaneous and creative, joyful and so giving.
I would spend hours thinking of ways to surprise and please him.
Everyday was an adventure and yet...
I was impulsive.
My affections were often degraded.
So, I stopped.
No more exotic recipes.
No more dress up.
No more handmade gifts.
I stopped going to the park and coffee shop and meeting friends for lunch.
To save money, I began to fix boxed meals, mostly carbs.
Reading this now, I want to break down.
I want to point the finger and demand my youth back, my zeal.
Leaving wouldn't help.
I'd just carry the guilt of disobeying God by divorcing him.
As I decreased, I began to increase.
I want my life back.