Okay, I get that I’m not going to get the time I lost back.
But why do I have to put up with the extra pounds.
And Yes, not exercising for days on end while feeling like hell, eating only to get the nasty pills down, and spending time up-chucking mostly nothing. Because having a migraine can do that to you, make you sick from head to toes. Laying very still so as not to make your head worse. This apparently does lead to weight gain.
I’ve managed to gain five pounds thank you very much. It took me three and a half weeks to remove them and four days to get them back.
I am getting really tired of playing hard ball with the same few pounds of fat.
On again, off again, on again, off again.
I have some very pretty Gothic clothing in my closet dieing of boredom and the lack of seeing the dark of night.
I am not happy with this fat me. I work hard at removing five or ten pounds only to watch it pop back on my body the minute I stop being an exercise freak.
I watch what I eat. If I didn’t I’d be an extra hundred pounds heavier. I watch what I eat because I have a short term memory problem. If I eat, I must pay for it first by using my card system. So in this way I don’t eat two or three meals before I realize I don’t need to eat any more. There is no food missing that I ate and forgot about.
I’m a past menopausal woman who’s body just wants to stay at 200 pounds no matter how hard I fight it.
But fight it I must. For my heath I must.
I’m back to exer-biking, and stair stepping, and yoga-ing, and wii exer-gaming, and walking, and not having a life, or getting knitting done, or writing stories, or any of the other things I like to do that make my next breath worth taking.
Fair or not, I’m fight the fat that is trying to defeat me.