I talk with my mom on the phone multiple times a day. I tell her most things, but what I have stopped telling her is when I go out to eat. Do you want to know why? Because every time I tell her that I went to eat, she wants to know what I ordered. For a while, I would lie and tell her that I got a salad. Then I said, “screw it”, and I’d just tell her what I really ordered. But I could just imagine the look on her face and that she was rolling her eyes at the thought of me eating something that actually tasted good. I’ve learned that it’s better to omit the discussion as a whole. No going out to eat=no food=no eating=happy mom.
I'll call myself Rachel here. I'm 23 years old. I've been overweight my whole life. In this journal, I'll share updates on my weight loss journey, but mainly and mostly, things I remember as growing up FAT. In my posts, I'll use purple font to share the best fat one-liners. Thank you for reading. Have a great day!