Yes. There comes a time in a woman's life, (and that time is the day after she is asked "are you pregnant") for her to begin a new, yet not unfamiliar, quest to drop the 50 extra pounds that she has acquired since beginning her sedentary yet satisfying career.
Ug. This will be the story of my attempts to become healthier. It's not going to be pretty. Weight really likes me. I've struggled with it my entire life, and it has only become harder to lose it the older I get. That's a fact, Jack.
So, I had bloodwork done last Tuesday. That should rule out thyroid and/or hormone issues (or not). I'm hoping that my new doctor can find something that a pill can help. That would be very cool. Pie in the sky. Ya right. Keep on dreaming. She will probably tell me that there's nothing wrong with me, and that fat is just a part of my life. *sigh* Here's hoping.
I'm going to try something that never worked before. Albert Einstein is credited with the best definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I'm going to excercise. I hate it. It makes me want to sleep. I started this morning. I walked to Shaw's and back - almost 2 miles. When I got home, my hands were swolen, and all I wanted to do was take a nap.
I had a can of soup for lunch, and an hour later I was STARVING like I hadn't eaten anything at all. How is this possible? *sigh* This is the first day and already it sucks. Imagine how bad it will be when I start the gym...
