Holy crap: 251.5 lbs. WHAT?! A quarter of a ton. I'm only 5'3" (and 3/4ths). It ain't right.
Ug, I'm cramping. Have a hematology appointment in an hour. Should leave now in case of traffic. We're supposed to be taking me off of Coumadin and putting me on another blood thinner. I really want to go back on Xenical. That helped before, I think it can help again.
*Edit, 8 months later: evidently I have no idea how many pounds are in a ton (or tonne for that matter) because although it is a lot for my height, 250 lbs is not a quarter of a ton. Pardon my ignorance, but I'm not going to change it because the drama of it is spectacular!
Plump, tired, and sassy: living la vida loca with obesity, Lupus, and APS.
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Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Little cuts.
I want to hide it all. The evidence.
Seeing the fast food cups strewn around my house is like seeing the bullet casings of a drive-by shooting. Death by drive-through.
Seeing the fast food cups strewn around my house is like seeing the bullet casings of a drive-by shooting. Death by drive-through.
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