Getting and Staying Healthy After Fifty

I hate it. I hate having to plan my meals. I hate not being able to eat what I like. I just hate it!

I grew up poor, and I remember always being hungry. I used to love summer, because there were wild fruits; blackberries, strawberries, mulberries, pears, plums, and more. In the fall there were wild grapes.

I promised myself that when I grew up, I would never be hungry. Now I am, and it’s self-imposed. And I’m not losing anymore weight, in fact, I’ve gained back most of what I lost on the lemonade crap diet, so it was all just a lost cause.

I think I’ll just quit. I don’t have the willpower to go through with this. I can’t stand not eating! I’m seriously beginning to think fat women who think it’s cool to be fat are a lot healthier than those who are constantly obsessed with being thin, emotionally more healthy anyway.

But I hate the rolls of fat too! This is torture. I want to crawl under the covers and never come out!

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