Fine! I did it.

Okay, so I got the results of all my tests back from the endocrinologist. Her conclusion was the same as my primary care doctor's.

I'm F-A-T.

And apparently, it's all my fault. You know how I hate to take responsibility for anything so I'm going to blame this on my mother.

For those of you who were following my Stripalicious Challenge, you know that I fell off that wagon and haven't posted in a month. I guess it's time for me to suck it up, realize that I have the snail's pace metabolism of a 40-something year old woman and step up my game to try to get this weight off.

It's ironic because 20 years ago, I went for a consultation to have a boob job and now that I actually have them, they are a HUGE pain in my ass. I like to dress conservatively in my job and it's become a challenge because none of my jackets or blouses button. I've gone from looking like a polished professional to looking like Daisy Duke.


No, you can't click on this to enlarge it, Perv.

I guess I should take SOME responsibility for it. I've always been an emotional eater but no one would ever guess it. I remember years ago, a close friend of mine who was about 60 pounds overweight was shocked that I could eat a whole bag of Chips Ahoy cookies in one sitting.


I was shocked that she couldn't. I mean, c'mon, 1000 chips in every bag!

I suppose I was lucky that I never gained weight by eating all that crap. Although, if I had, maybe I would have learned to deal with the emotional reasons why I do it.

Son of a bitch!

You know what this means, don't you?

Yup.

I need to "look inside"and figure out why I find comfort in a half gallon of Ruggles M&M Cookie Dough Ice Cream with hot fudge and whipped cream. (deep sigh...)

It's probably because I've given up on finding comfort with a man. A string of bad break ups have made me too afraid to even try anymore.

GASP!

I think we're making progress!

Oh, I'm sorry. Our time is up for this week. See you next time.