So up until about 3 months ago, I was doing really well. I had cut out fast food, sodas, and was exercising. I had gone to the doctor and she put me on anti-depressants and high blood pressure pills. My BP was high. Really, really high. And so for a while life was good.
And then the stress hit. Work got insane. I missed taking my pills one day. And then one turned into two. Before I knew it, I had fallen off the wagon hard to enough to crack my tailbone for 3 months.
Last week was the health fair at work, and we were all scheduled to go. I really did not want to, but went anyway. Oh the joys of getting weighed in front of an entire room of people! I had gained back every single pound, and they each brought a friend. My blood sugar and cholesterol were fine, but BP was scary. 187/110 scary. "Please sign this form that you are going to go see your doctor in 48 hours" scary.
I started the pills back up the next day. I tried to get a refill of the BP pills, but the doctor insisted I make an appointment. It is tomorrow. Now I know I have lost some water weight as many trips as I have taken to the bathroom, but I am nervous about tomorrow. I sincerely dislike going to the doctor and I know she is going to want me to do blood work again. My personal philosophy is that your skin is there to keep the blood in, and if it was meant to come out there would be a hole there for it.
But I am also excited, since I am doing better again and hope she sees that... after she stops yelling at me for just stopping taking all my medications. (Which I know I deserve, cause well, I was really really bad.)
Wow, this post ended up a lot longer than I thought, but the writing is very cathartic!

Good luck.