I know I'm fat. It's really not a big secret. Anybody looking at me knows it. I know I have a problem with food. It's the reason I go to OA. What I really don't need are comments from the peanut gallery about how food needs to be hidden from me and rationed out to me. It's insulting and humiliating, and it just makes me want to eat even more. This battle is hard enough without people who understand. It would be nice not to be put down during a difficult process.
Today is Bryan's 18th birthday. I can't believe that I have a son who is officially an adult. I'm not quite sure where he's going with his life yet, because we've protected him this far in life, but we'll see where he goes. He started two college courses this semester in school, and that's something big for him. He'll start getting a social security check made out to him and sent to him starting next month until he graduates. He's going to have to figure out how to save some of the money and stretch the rest of the money out so it lasts. I'm hoping that by June/July, he'll have enough saved up for a deposit on an apartment, even if he doesn't move out right away.
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