I'm getting everything food-wise under control and in no time at all I'll be back to how I should be, which is svelte.
I am fixated. I can't deny that I like having a large build because when I am thin, I do look shocking. Red hair and tall and wide and pale, and bony. A friend said that when I move I remind her of Jack Skellington, from a Nightmare Before Christmas. I'm OK with that. People say they can feel my bones now, though they don't expect to. I've always got a clavicle, always ribs in back and front. I'm not thin yet- I've got a stomach overhang and chunky thighs, but they'll go and then I'll be fine again.
It's strange that I prefer to romanticise the comfortable of build. Even if I do put on weight I don't look comfortable- I look muscular, like a Russian Shotputter gone to seed. I don't tend towards rotund, more to cube.
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