A LONG WAY FROM HOME
It’s my own damn fault, I stepped on the scale. I knew I shouldn’t. The end result has been the almost predictable downward spiral, where 4 days later I’m back to normal. Normal meaning no sleep, more pain, and depressed with a capital D.
All because of weighing myself? You bet. Nothing is more depressing than dieting. For a chronically depressed person dieting is about the dumbest thing to attempt.
This morning is bad. Period. Really effing bad. Mainly because I’m in horrible pain in my legs, hips and lower back. Nauseated, and tired all over.
Normally this time of year, the warm days of summer, I get some sort of break from being so sick. Weather affects arthritis, no matter what the doctors say, and for me it’s the cold and damp of the Canadian winter. Now the opposite end of the scale cripples me, as today is very hot, humid with a thunderstorm rolling in. A change in barometric pressure felt in joints and bones.
The post below with the link to the NHS (National Health Services UK) is a great introduction to Body Dysmorphic Disorder.
As a transexual woman this is highly evident in the torture I go through every morning in the decision of what to wear.
This morning I had plans to work on my website, organize my paperwork…hahaha, as if…and catch up a little.
Be effing productive for once.
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