Lament Kingdom

*Groan*

If I were you, I'd do that too if I knew what was coming up in this post (Actually, I do, but let's not get technical here). But, it remains a fact; I can't stop complaining and bitching and lamenting about you-know-what every time it hits a wall.

And I've hit a big, big wall.

I've lamented about it to everyone in this house multiple times a day!

I've subjected poor Darren to it as well.

It's as though I can't seem to talk about anything else whenever I open my mouth. I know it's annoying, and I know it makes me sound like I'm obsessed but I just-can't-stop-talking-about-my-weight-issues!! I'm not even touching on how I constantly think about it as well.

I guess I just want it that badly.

But, that really shouldn't be a just reason to become obsessed about it, is it? I really do think I'm suffering from body image issues as I can stand in front of a mirror and scrutinize every last bit of me to see what's gone up or down. Man....sounds a lot worse when I actually put it down into words :-s

To be honest, right now I feel like absolute crap. Not only is it because of the mysterious poundage I mentioned a couple of posts back, but I just found out that a dress of mine is tight and hard to zip up now...when it wasn't like so to begin with! There are so many questions that until they are answered I'm just completely baffled.

I just really want this to END!!

Edit: OK, I feel a teensy, weensy bit better...I snuck into a pair of June's size 28 jeans and fit perfectly!! So erm yeah, as soon as she reads this she's gonna kill me but I sure feel better knowing I can throw my still-new size 32 jeans away. :)