It has occurred to me that in theory I now have an excuse for being fat. I'm one of those people who can blame it on a medical condition. When you read those entries about how fat people are disgusting and someone yells, 'Hey, not all fat people are lazy, some have hormonal imbalances!', that's me. I'm in the category of people whose metabolism is slowed owing to circumstances entirely beyond my control.
It's such a shame, really. I'm not fat. And I have an excuse and everything.
For some reason, this really amuses me. I know in reality I'm probably just lucky it's been caught before I turned into a whale, but still amuses me.
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Although I have been putting on weight recently. It's frustrating. Mirtazapine has increased my appetite but not made me feel any better, so I'm hungry and lazy. Which means it's much easier to snack than to convince myself to sort out decent food.
Missed my doctor's appointment today. I was pretty furious with myself. It has not been a good or easy day by any standards.
Speaking of which, I'm really hungry... Might go make a sandwich. I have an excuse, after all. |
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