Today I bought some clothes for summer. They’re OK. I no longer want to wear brights, for some reason, but there’s not much black in stores. And…I’ve gone down three pant sizes it seems. Must have been stopping wheat, which happened a year or two ago. A lot of weight from waist went.
I hate thinking about how I look. I start obsessing and it’s stupid. I look how I look. If I start comparing myself to all the women out there, I don’t come out so good. What is the point of doing that. I can try to make the best of what I was given, and then stop thinking about it.
Clothes shopping is an invitation to start obsessing. I tell ya. It can be fun, but mostly, it’s a road to problematic thoughts.
It occurs to me that I’ve once again spent some of my therapy posts obsessing about how Ron feels about me. It’s just what I have to do for now I think. There is no point beating myself up for it, it’s how my mind is working currently.
At the moment I rather think he likes me in fact. So that’s fine. Next time I see him, likely I’ll have different thoughts about this. I can just try to not take all that too too seriously.