I am afraid. Every day.
I'm under my goal weight. I look amazing in clothing (not so much out.. but still) I look, act, and feel healthy most of the time. But the psychological issues that I treated with food are still there.
There are days I want to run away from my boring plain "american dream" life and just ... LIVE.
But then I remember my medical costs, my kids would be devastated, my husband would be utterly heart broken, and I'd probably end up miserable.
Yeah.
I also worry that my ADhD has gotten worse, my memory feels.. fuzzy, and that the boys who think I'm cute haven't seen me nude. They'd run screaming if they did.
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