SO ....
I spent all day yesterday cursing and walking around muttering the number I saw on the scale under my breath.
Trust me when I say I had no idea. You would think that since at one time I was obsessed with the scale and weighed myself almost daily I would have had
some clue. But I have been living on another planet, one where alcohol has no calories and exercise is optional. I've been living as if I don't have to watch my weight.
I remember saying once how I wanted to live like that....
I'm over it.
I wanted to walk this morning and it is raining.
"You leave me SPEECHLESS, when you talk to me."
6:32 AM
Watch This Space........
I weighed myself today.
Fuck.
This is very bad. I had no idea? How could I not know that I had gained so much? I am ashamed. I don't even want you to know how much.
I wish I could say that I am motivated to change and feel excited about it, but I just feel like my lungs are filling up with water and I cannot breathe.
I have not gained all of it back, that is something at least. But I have to start over again. I can't believe I once weighed 67 kilos.
"You leave me SPEECHLESS, when you talk to me."
9:10 AM
And then you realise...
Things are not well, not well at all.
I have myseterious tummy pains that come and go which prompted me to go to the doctor on Monday and not go to work. While I was there I decided to do a little housecleaning and confessed to my ever increasing depressed mood. I told her I have gained weight, drink regularly (alcohol that is) and cry almost every day.
To that she said, "Oh ok. I think you need to come back tomorrow so I can do a mental health plan."
So I did.
And she has referred me to a psychiatrist so that they can see if I am on the right medication etc, and to a psychologist because the one I have been seeing has not been that helpful, obviously.
Oh and she said I need to reduce my weight. Recommendations: healthy eating, cutting out alcohol, and exercise.
So I am now the proud owner of what they call a mental health plan, and I don't have the fondest clue of how to do the things required of me.
"You leave me SPEECHLESS, when you talk to me."
5:49 PM