This morning I had an appointment with my doctor where he basically agreed with me that I've gotten fat again. And then he told me to eat less. Thank you, Captain Obvious, for your worthwhile contribution.
I could be pissed at him for calling me fat. Except that he did it after I did, and he never really said it. What he did say is "well, you know fat is coming back in style." To which I replied "Rubenesque will never again be in fashion." We laughed. It wasn't that funny. I've gained back 50 g-d pounds! How the hell did that happen?? Popular opinion is that, yes, the Zoloft may have contributed. Also, I'm depressed again. Some of the old social anxiety started to return. If it comes back full force, that will be a sad, sad day.
So, I'm trying South Beach. Or at least, I'll read about it and decide if I want to throw myself into it or just take some tips and recipes, like the egg cups. Something must be done. I was a size 10 and looking gorgeous. I can be a size 12 and looking gorgeous, but I no matter how I look NOW, at size 16 (it is possible to be a gorgeous size 16), I will not FEEL gorgeous until I get this weight off. I'm not looking to be skinny, just comfortable in my own skin.
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