Dear Body:   We've been through a lot together. It's been an adventurous 39 years. The first 18 weren't too bad- just some broken bones, childhood illnesses, and, of course, the weight. Back then, my weight was the worst of my problems. I eventually accepted that you just don't metabolize food as well as the average person, so I made changes and they mostly worked. Maybe because you knew what was coming, and that it was going to get worse. Remember when you used to be able to handle working all the time, and still managed to have a social life? It seems like another lifetime. We had a lot of fun, and maybe caused a little bit of trouble, but we got things done. Maybe a little too well, because now it's pretty rough.      I really wanted to keep working, though. I didn't want to give up and admit that you just weren't up to it all anymore, so I pushed. And pushed. Now you might shut down over a trip to the store that only takes 10 minutes. I don't even know what to do with you anymore. You frustrate me, but I haven't given up on you. I don't know how long you'll last, or how long you'll be mobile, but we're going to make the most of what you have left. Even on the days I don't want to. We're going to because we have to. Love Candi

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