It seems that is my choice lately - skinny and bitchy or fat and happy.
Warning Warning this post may be TMI for you! Don't say I didn't warn you - although I doubt I can come up with great code-rhymes like BlogthisMom
About a year ago I started having an internal thermometer meltdown issue. You know, one minute you're cold (used to be me, all the time) the next minute you're sweating bullets. Hmmm. I'm in my early 40's. Really, at my age? I asked my sisters who said, "REALLY."
So on my visit to my Girly Doctor, I mentioned this, along with my bitchiness (not all of it can be blamed on the Ex). And my teariness. (ditto). So she said, "Try the Pill." Huh? At my age? Dangers? etc etc? We discussed it and she said, "Try it." So I did.
And? Internal Thermometer FIXED! Temperament BETTER! Tears WHEN APPROPRIATE! Woot!
Fast forward 6 months. Inexplicable weight gain? 10 pounds.
Fast forward 9 months. Inexplicable weight gain? 15 pounds.
Remember, I was running (up til the Knee Thing) about 20 - 30 miles a week. Hmmm.
So, a month ago, I tossed the pills.
Weight loss? (without running b/c of Knee thing) 9 pounds and counting.
Internal Thermometer? Totally broken. Tears? Daily. Bitchiness? Oh you don't want to know, but I pretty much had to put a "Beware of Rabid dog" warning sign on my office door.....
I know I know, I should go back to the Dr, get a second opinion, consult a specialist. really? When. I am bad. about. doctors. I hate them. I don't have time.
So which would you choose? fat and happy or skinny and bitchy? [keep in mind my 25 year high school reunion is in 1 month!!] And no you can't choose "Go to a dr." Which I might. No I won't. Yes I will. Ok maybe.