Attitude is everything
I always considered myself a generally happy person. In spite of life's ups and downs, it wasn't unusual to just keep smiling knowing that a new day would dawn where new opportunities would be presented. How I viewed myself and presumed others viewed me was slightly skewed from what was deeply felt ... by myself. Not until the last couple of months did it come to my attention that I'd been wearing a mask. Yours truly was not happy. Miserable might be pushing it, but needless to say, if I was me I wouldn't want my own company. That's pretty damned sad. Little by little the layers of yuck have peeled away as the inches of flubber have also been shed. Without a doubt my weight was allowing me to hide; to be buried. That's not to say every person who is overweight is congruently unhappy. My weight was an excuse for not pursuing romance or even attention from the opposite sex. Zoinks! A revelation, it is. Last week something extraordinary occ...
