I know we’re supposed to love our bodies, accept our imperfections, and work on being fit rather than on being thin.
But.
Nothing like staring at oneself in a mirror under overhead fluorescent lights in a dressing room at an Old Navy to make an old broad want to give up eating.
Jeeeeezus.
AbsurdBeats 
I had a good thing going and then depression and its accompanying medication made me kinda doughy. Hang tough.
http://www.wnyc.org/story/embrace-unreason-france-leading-wwii/
tcb: Yeah, I was cruisin’ this past fall, running and biking and lifting weights and feeling good—then something (dunno what) happened in late Dec/early January and I just went backward. I could still lift and bike, but I was generally wiped, and running was OUT.
I feel a bit better so I’m going to try running this week, to see if I’m able, but man, these past months have sucked.
“Hang tough”. Yep, right back atcha. Whatchagottado.