I received a few emails this week, mostly of the ‘Found ya!’ nature. After three and half years, more and more people are stumbling across The Secret Life. How did you figure it out, dammit? I guess there’s not as many Australians living in Edinburgh who just went to Russia as I thought.
Those who’ve found me have been nice about it. Still, I feel awkward. It’s a hefty chunk of your life to hide away.
I worry if the folks who only knew me through my other site will think of me differently now that they know about The Fat. There’s a huge part of me that still feels like I am not worth being around, not pretty enough, not up to scratch, blah blah blah, until I get smaller.
Someone else emailled me to simply say that I saved their life. I won’t go into the details but I was gobsmacked and felt a little buzz that some waffle I put on this silly site could motivate someone.
Someone else (well, two someone elses) emailled to ask why I haven’t updated the photo page in ages. This would be because I’ve neglected to take any new photos. Below is one from December, approximately 93 kilos, drunk and grinning in the loos at my work Christmas party.
As you can see I’ve still got a lot of work to do. What to do about those thighs? And I continue to mask my eyes as I cling to the flimsy premise that Dietgirl is my super secret alter ego 🙂
Next entry I will get back to the Fat Bustin’, I promise.