Things were fairly peaceful over the weekend. Since I couldn't see my uncle I just hung out with my parents, shopped, slept, and ate. Not necessarily in that order since I can only tolerate shopping for clothes for 2-3 hours max before I insist we go do something else; I've never enjoyed it and probably never will. My mom used to bribe me to keep me going longer with breaks for lunch, at a bookstore, at Starbucks (back when I was young, skinny, and could order a Caramel Macchiato without guilt), in order to keep me going to get everything I needed for school.

Basically I'm the opposite of most women in that area, but it had reached the point where 1/3 of my wardrobe no longer fit me. The remaining 2/3rds was pushing it, since I gained 40 pounds about a year and a half ago and have finally given up the fantasy of losing it. I'm happy I've been able to remain stable, so it was time to make plans for that weight. If I lose it, great. If not, I'm covered. I just have to not gain any more.

I have modest goals at this point. Keeping things in check is priority number one. Improving on them is priority two, and I know that nothing will substitute for having a functional life and relationships, but at least I can generally function in society. As long as I can do that, I've got a shot for the time my health will give me to work towards better.