Part of our discussion was weight. While we'd kept up on FB, we hadnt seen each other since I attended a mom's group (where we met), back when the kids were still in infant seats... That's quite a while. We both have eating issues and have struggled with our weight.
But it got me to thinking... Especially now that I'm training for the Marathon, I've gotten back into monitoring my food (to make sure I'm fueling enough for my running days and not overdoing it on my non-running days). In the couple of weeks since this started, I'm down 8 pounds (don't applaud... My weight had gotten back up to 178 from 165 (over my birthday) when I took the second half of 2011 off). As of this morning, I'm back down to 170 (with a goal, still, of 150 at some point, but a happy place of 155-160, I think). But, in talking to her (and this is someone who really gets it, so there's no need for me to be), I'm embarrassed.
It still bothers me to have to admit that the problem wasn't Hashimoto's or PCOS (not that those helped at all), but that it was me. My lack of self-control. My denial of what was right in front of my face. My fault.