Mama went to a new health provider last month. To check herself before she wrecked herself.
The healthcare person cussed about 15 times before we got down to my extensive medical history.
I knew I was in the land of love, acceptance and "we're going to get this shit under control."
I went back for my second consult and found out most of my hormones are jacked.the.fuck.up.
I have since joined a gym.
I have (in a months time) lost 14lbs.
I am now (4.5 - 5 years later) officially two pounds less than Thalon's birth weight.
I am still a fat fuck.
but have lost 2 inches in my bust and waist.
I guess I should be happy.
My ass is still intact.
I was put on Abilify to help my "depression."
It's made me meaner.
I have since tripled the hell out of my Prozac.
I am now semi-bareable to be around.
I don't have the sugars.
My liver is still functioning and I'm still amazingly healthy.
There was not a body scan performed to rule out the elusive cancer hidden in my body.
Because I am my mother's daughter.
I'm still trying to loose weight before I have to hit the gym by myself..
I've gone with Rich's cousin because she made me.
Losing weight before losing weight is kinda like cleaning your house before you housekeeper comes.
Not that I would know about such a thing....
I'm hoping I can get my husband drunk enought to sign on the dotted-line to hire a housekeeper/cleaner.
I think I would be much happier if I had some help.
If momma is happier.......