These are my thoughts.
I've lost fifty pounds. I get complimented constantly that I look great, but folks I don't feel great. I've lost fat and tissue in my feet that it makes it painful to walk more than two hours.
Acceptance and Cerebral Palsy are kicking my ass.
I live in a small town where fried and fat food is a way of life.
I eat Paleo, or that's what I tell folks.
I've tried more dating sites. Promise leads then falters.
Paris is a dream. I thought losing weight would prepare me to walk around the city, and now I can't deal.