Endeffect
"It was a dark and stormy night. I had just polished off my Wendy's Triple Decker Cheeseburger with Fries, Soda, Frosty and a cup of Chili. I reclined back in to my chair and looked down at my feet. My feet? Dear GOD where are my feet? Oh, yeah, my stomach hides them from me."
Nothing feels as bad as realizing that your stomach prevents you from seeing body parts. Or being told by several people that they are afraid you wont live long enough to see your daughter's graduation.
I found myself in such a position recently. Of course I have gone through the diets, and people telling me that I just need to work harder at it. Ugh. Well, I decided that my life needed to have that extra push. So here I am looking to comiserate with other gastric folks and become the better person that is inside me, weighed down by triple cheeseburgers and frosties.
