I'm back, I think.
I fell off the wagon for a while, there. Back in June, when I was 194, my doctor and I decided to try the drug Metformin in an attempt to combat my insulin resistance. My doctor said, "It's not a miracle drug, but it'll help you lose a little weight."
I ended up gaining sixteen pounds in a little over two weeks. No joke.
Needless to say, I stopped taking the medication. I don't even want to know how much more I would've gained. I was completely devastated and I've been wallowing in self-pity and numbing my despair with Oreos (though miraculously somehow not gaining more) for the past 3 months.
I could go on and on about how bummed out and disappointed I have been, and how upset I am at having to start from 210 instead of 194, and how the world isn't fair, but that's how I've managed to waste twelve weeks and I don't want to waste any more time.
I've been lurking for a few days now and I think I'm ready to give this yet another shot and participate again. Right now, I'll be thankful if I can make it through JUST ONE DAY without sabotaging myself!