Thursday, February 11, 2010
I've been really busting my butt as of late, I feel, to keep the calories low and exercise. Normally, I'd be dropping weight like gangbusters, but all this work is just keeping me from gaining due to the Lyrica. I can tell it's putting fat on me right around the middle; my once 27" waist is now 30", eventhough the weight is at parity.
I have to keep reminding myself:
The weight on the scale -- is just a number.
The size on my pants -- is just a number.
There is more to the totality of my being than these quantifications.
And I feel so much better. I sleep like a normal human being. It's neat being able to tell the difference between feeling good and feeling bad, instead of feeling crappy all the time!