Every ten years or so I have a major depressive episode which = no fun at all.
The upside is that I do lose weight and since the last bad time (two summers ago) I have kept the weight off. WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.
But suddenly I find myself wanting to devour everything in sight. Not only that but I am actually HUNGRY. Starving. I'm just this walking bottomless pit of a woman who's trying to eat tomatoes and cottage cheese but who wants to knock over a donut shop instead. Many donut shops, in fact.
I really want to be all, hey! I'm cool with eating every donut that currently exists in Salt Lake County. What does it matter? I can love me and this body no matter what.
But actually I just feel super anxious. I'm sixty and I can still feel this way? No fair!
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