By now you all know that I'm built for comfort, not speed. You'll know how much I struggle with weight and being OVER weight. Being round and zaftig, when really, I would prefer being mean and lean.
You'll know that I attempt to follow Weight Watchers, but I've stopped paying the monthly fee for following on line. I tell myself that it's my effort toward fiscal responsibility. Michael's always happy when I can trim another something off the list of monthly expenses. Ironic I can trim the budget but not my size...go figure.
You'll know that my thyroid has joined the party to conspire against me and now my 'sluggish' metabolism is now more like a door-stop than a working system.
You'll know that I have been, most likely, a sloth in many life times....and speed and movement, to me, seem anathema to life.
You'll know that I've decided to continue to fight the good fight each day despite the form my body would have you believe.
You'll know that I cherish my body and continually thank it for doing most of what I ask of it.
You'll know that I'm continually shocked by the changes it goes through thanks to age...like my eyebrows turning into bristles, etc...
So, why am I so surprised, that when I'm sent for an ultra-sound of my liver to determine why I have elevated liver enzymes...
...that the report comes back, "fatty liver,"????
Don't you think that I'd figure that everything on me has decided to use "fatty" as the first descriptor? Come on!
Do I really need to add that insult to injury?! For crap sake. Thanks for nothing, liver. You fatty traitor.
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Is Round
8 hours ago