So, I introduced you guys to Mama. There seems to be one benefit to having her around. I can’t eat like a pig with her there. She’s not particularly nice about it, but when I even think about picking up junk food, she scolds me and reminds me of all the weight I need to lose. For this, at least, I am grateful.
Her constant demands that I make everything perfect (e.g. clean house, bed made, dressed well, hair fixed) helps keep my mind off the paranoid thoughts about my boyfriend, which normally take up my whole day. Maybe she’s more friend than foe.
-catchme