OK. I am so pissed off it's not funny. Can't remember the last time I was this mad at something other than "The Husband". You are all well aware of my eating next to nothing and kickboxing schedule that has increased substantially since my fat white rear end is due to land on the unsuspecting beaches of Kona in the very near future, right?
Do you recall when I recently blogged about the kids being sick and me being stuck in the snow storm with them? Isn't it just my freaking luck to actually manage to lose weight, while being trapped in the house during the past three snow storms, with my family eating like crazy all around me? Yet, I really did do it! I was so very proud of myself. Until, four days ago, I weighed myself and my weight had gone up. Way up. Like almost five pounds up. How can that be since I was right on track for a change, working out like a fiend and eating jack shit to sustain a fatty like me? Turns out the kids had Fifth's Disease. And now I do too. (Should have known something was very amiss when my oldest daughter starting screaming, mom, come quick, I look like HellBoy!!) Only instead of being covered in a raging red rash, when it comes to this adult female, it manifested itself a little differently than with the kids. I can't walk! My knees, hands, elbows and feet are so swollen I look like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Girl!! And I'm PISSED! All of that hard work, right down the drain.
But wait, there's more.. To make me even more furious, I have to go on steroids. Steroids, of course, have the awesome side effect of making you bloat and GAIN WEIGHT. Man, I am so discouraged. I know this is so unlike me, to be angry, pessimistic, overall pouty and whining like a little girl, but I am really, truly angry. And you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.... LOL. Maybe I will turn into a giant Hulk like creature, now that I am on the juice. I'm definitely mad enough to! It just doesn't seem fair. I've tried so hard. I've put in so much effort and now I'm going to be sitting on the beach in Hawaii, dodging the harpoons. Damn.
Yes, I know I am being melodramatic. The husband offered no sympathy to my plight and tears of frustration, but what did I expect from the very same man whose favorite form of entertainment is to eat meatball subs and watch me, from the couch, while I work out? Ugh. He just says "no matter what, you always look hot." No offense to the husband and I do appreciate the compliment, but I'm not on a diet or doing any of this for him, I'm doing it for ME.
So here I am, depressed and angry, ten pounds up, when I had been only ten pounds away from my goal weight! And there is not a freagging thing I can do about it. Doesn't that justify, just a little bit of my anger? I'm sure anyone who has ever had to battle losing weight would agree with me. Hopefully, I will be able to overcome this and be back to my usual, optimistic self soon :(
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