Sweet Catastrophe

So I did a little shopping after work today. Nothing like trying on clothes to boost your self esteem….right. [Oh and wouldn't you know it, I gave myself permission to splurge and only ended up buying two little $3 items....]

I’m determined to lose some weight. I’ve never been one to gain, or lose–I’ve always maintained a weight that I wasn’t totally happy with, but I was satisfied.

Last year, though, my pills changed, and I gained a good 20lbs overall, and I’m not at all happy. For the first time, I gained weight in my face too. I think that’s my big issue, really. I don’t mind a little extra weight that much. I’m still pretty much healthy, but when I can see it in my face, it’s gotta go. Now.

And while it’s been nice having boobs, it’s time to say goodbye.

I’m going to the doctor later this week. I’m all for trying something like hydroxycut, or anything else, really, to speed along the process, but I can’t take most pills like that. They have a tendency to make you a little jittery and my asthma inhaler already does that, so any time I’ve ever tried anything, I’ve been in an unbearable state of madness. So I’m gonna talk to my doctor about switching to a pill a little less conducive to weight gain.

It’s a small step, but it’s one I think will make a significant difference. I know your metabolism changes as you get older and you’re more likely to gain weight and keep it, but I’m struggling to believe that 21 is that age for me. I’ve thought about it a lot and those pills seem to be the route of my problem.

I’ve already changed my diet. I’m definitely eating less. I’m hoping with a change in pills, and adding in some exercise I’ll feel like me again soon.

Hopefully I’ll be going to Louisiana this Christmas and I’ll be meeting all the rest of Ryan’s family. I don’t want them to see me as that chunky chick their Ryan is dating. I’m ready to be me again.