HCG Day 3

Can I get a woop-woop? Down another pound this morning. You know how "they" say people who have a weight problem are really sad and masking their feelings? They say that us fatties are walking around carrying alot of emotional baggage that has never been dealt with. Ok, so that may be true for some but I am not sure I fit in that category. I'm not aware that I have feelings of being unwanted, not good enough or feeling inadequate. Nothing tragic ever happened to me when I was little that has caused me to suppress my feelings with cookies and pie. What if I just love to eat cookies and pie? Ok, really my weakness is anything salty and loaded with carbs like chips, potatoes and bread but I've never been one to shy away from a cookie or a pie either. Hence, when I step on a scale my weight begins with a two. My family dynamic closely mirrors that of a number of shows set back in the 50's where the dad went to work, the mom stayed home, kids were involved in all sorts of activities. Yep, that was us. My parents have been happily married for 40 years and they still really like each other. There was no drama in our household. Unless you count the times that my overly-sensitive, high-strung sister and I would go to blows over who knows what and usually ended with an egg cracked over my head or hitting my broken, already-in-a-cast arm with my brother's aluminum baseball bat. But that's just sibling rivalry that exists in every home. Plus, I have done the "work" and totally forgiven her of all her wrong-doings. Then, I grew up married the best guy, gave birth to two beautiful, healthy children and get to stay at home with them which is exactly what I always dreamed of doing. So, if I've gotten everything I ever wanted then where are these suppressed feelings I supposedly have? Because I've always said I have more issues than Playboy. But I guess I don't know what those issues are. So, while I try to figure it out I'm going to keep on fighting the fat.