I’m tired—I guess. I thought that I was doing fine, but I have been informed that I’m not. Several people over the course of a couple of days have felt obligated to tell me that I look tired, or bad. I really thought that I was ok. One precious saint decided to chide me about my weight. She asked why I was gaining weight & while she was pretending to be shoveling food into her mouth said that it must be too much of that.
Thanks, Sis. I didn’t realize that my weight was creeping back up — I’ll take care of that.
I really must look worse than I thought.
I really must quit eating & being awake.
I guess my Mama was the only one that taught, “If you don’t have something nice to say–don’t say anything at all.”
PS. If I look bad in the future–don’t feel obligated to tell me. I already know…someone has already told me.