Day 2 of loading is going apace. Wishing this was the diet--eat like a horse, take the injection, and lose weight. If somebody could bottle that, they'd have riches untold.
So I called Chicago to see why I didn't get the last bit of my test results reported to me (the most accurate one). It's because they have not received it. :( Super duper.
Yesterday I was feeling pretty blue about my huge (Jabbaesque) weight. So it was particularly nice to get a phone call from a friend. Nice to be remembered, nice to be encouraged, just nice to hear a friendly voice.
That's always good for me. Being an extrovert, talking to others tends to pull me up when I'm in a funk. It's especially nice to realize there are people who KNOW it's not my fault about the weight. It's hard when I KNOW most people think I'm a compulsive eating girl with no discipline.
Dude, that's so not true. But people encouraged me when I lost the weight. It was nice, and it was hard, because they were encouraging the RESULT, ultimately, and not the effort. And lack of effort is not my issue. But it's what the world sees that they reward. And for me, that's a never ending wound.
They'd not think that if they only knew how much effort pushing this hurting body through every day takes, and how devastating it is to a) not get better or get a diagnosis and b) to be so overweight.
Ok, that was heavy too. Sorry. Hey, man, you chose to read! ;) Anyway. Back to loading day 2, already in progress...
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