You have probably heard a saying something to the effect of it isn’t possible to be too wealthy or too thin. I disagree. I don’t have a clue what it means to be even slightly rich. I do, however, know what it is like to be too skinny.
I am basically a stick figure right now. Guess who weighs substantially less than she did in high school. This girl (for those of you who need a bit of assistance). It might be a dream come true for some, but not me. I wanted to make it easier to push me around in my wheelchair. But oopsie daisy. I let it get out of hand.
I am now a living, breathing skeleton. Partially because I can’t cheat. Cheese was my weakness. Who am I kidding? Everything was my weakness. Being restricted to a feeding tube for my sustenance doesn’t help. Furthermore, getting sick all the time doesn’t help.
New topic: I have a bit more hope in the way of therapy than I did before, so that is good. More details forthcoming.