Thanks to Hubby's "and" rule, I just had some peanut butter and milk with my banana. I didn't exactly feel thrilled about that. I have scoured the leaflet about my latest medicine. I was convinced that I would find weight gain as one of the side affects. But, no, there is not one word about weight gain in any form (even by increased appetite). If anything the opposite should be true because nausea, vomiting and diarrhea are common side affects. I have no vomiting or diarrhea. I have no increased appetite. I do, however, have more around my middle than I did have. Not liking that!
I had been eager for my period to start this month because it always cures the "fat blues". Unfortunately, this month when my period came, the pooch didn't go away. I'm convinced that I look pregnant, though everyone else is too kind to agree. It didn't used to be about my body looking a certain way. It used to be about hurt and control and numbness. It still centers on those things but somewhere along the way, how my body looks and feels has also become a bigger issue. It used to be just to cope. When did that change? Why did that change?
I'm in the low phase of my "body bi-polar". Body bi-polar,you know, when one day you can look in the mirror and say, "Ok, if this is as good as it gets, I'm ok with that" vs. "I can't live in this body. It feels so foreign to me and looks so hideous!" I'm in the second one.
I just can't get past the line in the song I shared that says, "Those damaged goods you see, in your reflection. Love sees it differently, love sees perfection." How? How can love, that of my Savior and that of my husband see perfection? Wish I could see what they see.