I do realise that phrenology is discredited. I do. Continue reading Shining Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams
But I always, always, always thought I was. Continue reading I Wasn’t Always Fat
I know it is not unusual, during therapy, for things to get worse before they get better. Continue reading I’m with the Capuchins on this
A beautiful Mercedes in a lovely gleaming grey green, looked to be from the early 60s, slim but curvacious. Not the gullwing. Maybe a 190SL? Anyway, I couldn’t tear my eyes from it as I walked towards the station. Continue reading Invisible, Attractive, Repellent
What I look forward to doing if I were ever to lose weight:
Continue reading On Being Asked ‘Why Do You Want To Lose Weight?’
I can’t, and I don’t seem to want to. For a while perhaps I thought my husband would do that for me. I abdicated that responsibility, if I ever held it. Maybe briefly. Before that it was my dad, I suppose. And before that, I can only assume, my mother, when it was just a case of nappy changing and so on. Continue reading Waaah! I Can’t Look After Myself!
I used, when it all kicked off, to send myself emails as things occured to me. (I still do.) And now, sometimes when I am looking for other things, I find them. They give me a jolt – I have usually forgotten the incidents and thoughts. And they make me cry. Continue reading That Was The Good News.