I hate being sick

Being sick sucks for obvious reasons, i.e. upset stomach, aches and pains, exhaustion, can't go out and play...however it sucks even more when you are a married woman without a baby. Case in point last week I had a stomach flu and had to call out of work (which I never do) for a day. Next day in the office, right away someone has to ask, "You were sick? Are you pregnant?" Seriously? Seriously? You, my co-worker, who know nothing about me other than when my birthday is (because we all get together in a conference room and sing over cake for everyone celebrating that month-yyyaaaayyy) are going to go there? Why don't you just go ahead and ask for my OBGYN records while you are at it. What's even worse is after I answered with a flat "no" I got back, "Are you sure???" in a sing-songy voice. Ugh.

So if you are following from yesterday's posting, (which I think right now I am my only follower (HI ME!) I said I would start at the beginning. Let me give you the abridged version:

• I started to hear things I didn't want to hear at a young age...all the girls in middle school were waif thin and I was not. So I was the chubby girl ,because you could still see me when I turned sideways. I was called Twinke Thighs and other terms of endearment from neighborhood boys.
• Fast forward, gosh, 14 years, and I am the girl you couldn't see when I turned sideways.
• 5 years of misery, food restriction, and always being REALLY cold + 3 years of therapy = 1 semi normal person who loves pita chips again!
• In the meantime I have done some damage to my body which is at least partially to blame for my infertility (which answers the 'that' from yesterday's blog).

Because of the last bullet, even though I get mad at the insensitive things people say, I can almost understand it. They are so caught up in their own way of thinking, in their own mind, kinda how I was with my eating disorder, they can't see the damage they are causing. Sigh.