I was once 95 pounds with acid reflux so bad I thought I was having a heart attack and depression so bad I didn't get out of bed for a week. So, I know losing weight doesn't solve everything. It may help with some things, but it doesn't make everything magically better. Also, telling me I need to lose 5 lbs before I come back is always going to backfire with me because I have a stubborn streak that is more than happy to be self destructive. Why yes, Trader Joes I would like to buy all the things, thank you very much.
'Serenity'
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Also, telling me I need to lose 5 lbs before I come back is always going to backfire
I would legit never go back, because fuck them. My doctor talks to me like I'm an adult with autonomy, not a misbehaving child. He's told me before that my blood pressure might go back to normal if I lost some weight, and then said, "That's just one option to keep in mind, though." I felt like he was giving me information I could take or leave. He's never *told* me to lose weight. I super lucked out with him.
Wow, sj. I hope the TJ's trip was very productive because the doctor's visit sucked. New doctor, STAT.
Yeah, the idea that there's a test you have to pass before you're allowed to get medical care...is bullshit.
telling me I need to lose 5 lbs before I come back is always going to backfire with me because
Because ultimatums are not the sign of a good, competent doctor who has any other ideas other than "lose weight and stop bothering me."
Also, telling me I need to lose 5 lbs before I come back is always going to backfire
Oh yeah, gilt-edged GUARANTEE you're never going to see my ass again, fat or otherwise.
ltc has figured out how to get her shirt off right in time for Winter. She is very proud of herself.
The girl is clearly a genius!
I realize that eating Reese's pieces is not a solution to all of my problems, and yet.
I am TERRIBLE at taking a stealth picture, so you will all have to believe me when I tell you this: our new next-door neighbor (literally, they are on the other side of our driveway, and we met them when we were getting out of the car while they were inside their house hanging a mini-blind) looks like he could be related to Chadwick Boseman. The Northside gods of housing are smiling upon me.