Sure, start with something easy why dontcha.
Actually, the first thing that came to mind, and the first thing that comes to mind every day and sometimes every hour, is my belly.
I hate my belly.
In the grand scheme of things, having a thin midsection is not going to change who I am one whit. It won’t make me more organized, intelligent or compassionate. It will not change who I am, it will only change what I obsess about.
I know in my heart of hearts that if I was thin, I would then obsess about my yellow teeth, or my big feet or any other number of things that I am self-concious about. So, maybe that is the purpose in this obsession. My obsession with my belly is saving me from dozens of other obsessions.
Honestly though, it sure would be nice to feel good about wearing a belt!
Well, neurosis one out in the open… See you tomorrow.