Saturday, June 29, 2013
I hate my thyroid. I hate my meds. I even stopped taking them. And, then I scheduled an appointment with an endocrinologist, and now I wait to be seen. I looked up the effects of not taking your meds, and it isn't too good. So, I restarted taking them again. I gave up not eating well...because truth is...I couldn't see a result on the scale. My body fights against me nonstop. But then I thought I really don't wanna start over. The people that don't start over have a reason, even when they get depressed or upset, they don't completely quit. So...I didn't completely quit. I ate my pizza for dinner, and still went to my water aerobics. And, you know what? The pizza didn't taste good. Something is happening to me. My house is full of good foods, so it is almost impossible to give up completely. The water aerobics class is so short, I figure why not go and get out of the house. My mind is fighting with me. One day it says to hell with it all...and the next it says you are too strong to give up. You aren't a quitter.