Looking through the pictures from my party. The party was fun, everyone had a good time (I think), but I'm sitting here crying…
I've gained so much weight.
I'm so sad.
I've tried so hard not to gain this weight… to be healthy… to stay pretty and thin… to accept myself as "thick" or "curvy" or "big", and beautiful besides, but… pictures don't lie. (How does Drogo even pretend to still find me sexually appealing?)
I'm pretty fuckin' devastated.
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I've gained so much weight.
I'm so sad.
I've tried so hard not to gain this weight… to be healthy… to stay pretty and thin… to accept myself as "thick" or "curvy" or "big", and beautiful besides, but… pictures don't lie. (How does Drogo even pretend to still find me sexually appealing?)
I'm pretty fuckin' devastated.
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And now, for contrast, almost exactly a year ago…
That is what I'm used to looking like. Not the other one.
I hate this. I hate being encased in this blubber suit. My endocrinologist is worried about my thyroid, so we upped my dose. I don't have anything to worry about with the adrenals; we're monitoring those. My thyroid levels are good, but this inexplicable and seemingly unstoppable weight gain is a sign that something's up, somewhere.
You guuuuuuys… this may be shallow and petty, but I'm seriously very distressed and distraught over this. I hate being so out of control in every goddamn aspect of my life, even something as seemingly insignificant as my appearance.
I swore that this whatever-it-is wouldn't ruin my special day, my one special day, and it didn't… mostly. I didn't get to everything that I wanted, but I got enough done that it all worked out. It didn't mess up my day, though I was very tired and hurting (and I'm hurting like HELL right now… it's like, 8.5+ and I'm hating this), but it damn well has messed up my life, and I'm pissed.
I'll do a birthday recap later. Right now I'm too upset over my double chin, moon face, and gut. The enhanced bosom I can deal with… everything else, though, has gotta go. I'm doing my best. That's what kills me about this whole situation, is that I'm doing my best… and it's still not good enough. Not by a long shot. :'(
Optimistic Existentialist | March 9, 2014 at 9:18 AM
Og gosh I knew this can be tough to deal with. I think you still look fantastic though! Hopefully they can get to the root of it. Do they have any theories?
Mildred Ratched | March 9, 2014 at 10:32 AM
The battle of the bulge for some is a lifelong battle. I think the real trick of winning that battle isn't so much about shedding pounds but about learning to love ourselves no matter what our body size is.