Okay. The funeral is Saturday. I work at home and live in huge t-shirts and a couple pair of pants that fit. So I figured I better get something to wear.
I don't go out. I don't look at myself. I had NO idea how big I've gotten. I saw myself in the dressing room and just cried. Okay, so it has been a bit emotional, my FIL's death, my son just broke up with his girlfriend, so it wasn't all about that, but I still couldn't believe that was me. Horrific rolls of fat. We go to a tanning bed several times a week and I had myself convinced that my tan hid any cellulite. My legs looked like cottage cheese, and I have no knees, just rolls.
It was awful. I don't even want to go Saturday. Not that anyone ever WANTS to go to a funeral, but I just feel like I can't. But I can't not.
I really just want to crawl into my dog's crate and never come out- but I might not fit, or if I did, I might really NOT be able to get out. And I can't even laugh, because it is true and not funny at all.
I mean, HOW DARE I. How could I be thinking about me? This is my family and they are grieving. Sure, some of them haven't seen me for about 6 months (or 50 pound or so) but they aren't going to be looking at me.
How can my boyfriend STAND me? It is so gross! And how can he look at me and tell me I don't need surgery? And how can he tell me I've lost weight, he can feel it when he hugs me? Please!!
After this evening, looking for clothes, I just feel like I can't ever leave the house again. And if this isn't stupid: If I'd have had ANY idea I looked like that, I'd never have the nerve to go to they gym. I don't know if I can again.
But somehow I have to make myself go Saturday. Besides, my boyfriend's SIL knows I'm doing this. She, her husband, and their son spent a couple nights researching this for me and think it is great - so they know.
I didn't know I look like that. I know it is all going to change, but right now, this is it. And even with losing the 5% of my body weight before surgery, 5% of 230 = 11.5 - it wouldn't even be noticeable.
Oh gd, I feel




And the very worst is how the

can I be thinking of me at a time like this.
WHAT is WRONG with me?