Dieting Funk
I just can’t seem to commit. Towards the end of our “induction” on South Beach, Matt and I were miserable, and a trip home where carbs were PLENTIFUL, we both caved and gave in to temptation. A lot.
Of course, we could’ve gotten right back on track when we returned home, but that takes a lot of effort, planning, work and such and after not sleeping for 2 days at home, I just couldn’t fathom it.
Now, 10 days later, I still find myself apathetic. I just can’t seem to care. I mean, I am miserable in my own skin at times because I am so overweight, but I’ve been this way longer than I was ever thin, so I am finding it oddly comfortable.
I did end up seeing my doctor about it, and was pleasantly surprised by her willingness to talk about it and her understanding demeanor. She ordered some tests (which I passed) and then made a referral to the weight loss clinic that is associated with my HMO. It doesn’t cover much of the expense, but rather makes things available to you.
So, I have an appointment in October to go to a group (I’d rather gouge my eyes out than go to a group) at which we discuss a weight loss drug option and on going support.
Sigh.
