Sunday, September 06, 2009
The West Side of the River
My doctor makes me feel guilty about my weight. So does my health insurance premium. I went of a diet in June and hated it, and it didn't do me a bit of good. I'm tired of listening to people say - diets don't work, you have to make a lifestyle change. I don't want to never eat ice cream or popcorn, or yeasty rolls, or have butter on a baked potato.
My husband makes me feel guilty about the fact that the house isn't perfectly clean, or the fact that I asked my daughter to clean up after herself after she got done making macaroni salad to take with her to a party. "She does a lot around here - more than either of us." I highly dispute that. It makes me realize that he is completely ignorant of what I do.
I feel guilty when I want to buy a new sweater or even what I spend when I go grocery shopping!
I am tired of playing a game that I cannot win, and don't even care to.