(or In Which I Write “Shit” A Lot)
Um, so, while I would like to thank my current Anti-D for keeping me off the edge, I made an unsettling discovery today. In the 6 weeks since I switched to it (this is the beginning of the 7th week), I’ve gained 5 pounds. Shit.
I knew this was a possibility, so I weighed myself when I started it, then promptly stopped thinking about it. Frankly, there were other things on my mind whilst getting going on this med. Obviously, or I wouldn’t need it. But I’ve noticed my pants are getting
a little snug, and I don’t think I can blame it on shrinking in the dryer. And then, since my driver’s license is set to expire soon on my birthday, today I went to get it renewed, which means a new photo, and I noticed there seems to be more chin under my chin. Shit.
So I weighed myself today and found 5 pounds have creeped on. Shit.
I am not one to really pay much attention to my weight; but after all this fertility treatment shit I am back up past my threshold for not noticing. And now I have retained the pounds but can’t even blame the fertility meds for this gain. Shit.
In the interest of full disclosure during this whine, I am sure this bottled strawberry margarita I’m drinking right now isn’t helping. Shit.
I guess I need those Anti-Ds to keep doing their primary job so I can feel like getting motivated to exercise more. Shit.
Who’s got exercise/diet tips for a lazy person?