I am a little uneasy at the moment.
You see I have my doctors appointment tomorrow to discuss my "Mom" Pills.
You know, the antidepressants I started taking a year ago.
You know the ones that I've put 10-15 lbs on with?
Yep. Those ones.
At 3 lbs gained, I thought, meh, put the fork down sister and you'll be fine.
At 5 lbs I got straight up annoyed.
So I tried my usual tricks.
Eat a little less, and just be careful.
At 7lbs gained I got pissed and called the doctor.
She said I needed to diet and excercise.
(Mind you I just finished the 30 day shred...)
Also suggested I get my thyroid tested.
At 10lbs gained more crying and got the blood test.
I am healthy as a horse.
Started running 3-5 times a week.
So now I bounce between 10-15 lbs gained.
I've been watching calories for 2-3 months now.
I never go over 1500 a day.
Back before I got knocked up with Trey I ate like 2000 a day and stayed the same!
Stupid weight gain.
I normally hit 1350 a day.
Plus I run 4-5 miles at a time.
I am frustrated.
And I am so scared.
My old doctor claimed the pills couldn't be the reason for my weight gain.
And I keep getting bummed.
All the shorts that fell off my last summer fit.
What if this doctor disagrees too?!
I've voiced my frustrations to Kevin time and time again.
He loves me no matter what.
And he'd rather have my 'fat and happy' than back in that dark place.
And for the sake of my kids, I've put on a few, so that we can all be happy.
I'm frustrated that my weight effects me so much.
Like, why does it have to be on my mind so much?
I am so incredibly blessed is hundreds of ways.
I get to work out, and run with my boys.
I am perfectly healthy.
I don't mean to pout, but those few extra pounds really get my down.
Take it easy on me.
I am trying.
Also I attempted 'Ombre' hair tonight.
And I think I did pretty good....
What do you think?
And be gentle if you choose to judge me.