Do I have to get with reality?
I’m feeling all mopey and sad.
Today I was shopping for clothes, frustrated with my body, and was thinking about my weight loss strategy. Basically, it is to not really do much differently, just exercise a little more than usual (walk more), and be a little more careful about what I’m eating. But then I was thinking that I’m being unrealistic. Why should I be able to take off weight without all the work other people do? Why should it, for me, just drop off. I’ve been thinking that I really don’t accept reality when it comes to my body. For another example, I’m 36, with no prospects of marriage, and I want to have a kid. I have this vague abiding belief I really will find someone and have a baby. I think I’m not thinking realistically, that I might be too old to do it easily. Maybe being alone so much is what lets me think so unrealistically. Maybe if I had closer relationships with people, I’d be forced to see that my thinking was unrealistic (or maybe they’d mention it if it was), or I would just have a healthier, more normal perspective on everything.