Friday, October 28, 2005

 

And my career...

is in the toilet. Well, it never really existed.

Are you supposed to know what you want to do when you grow up? I don't. I have a bachelor's degree with majors in history, women's studies, and sociology. They're all separate majors - no double credits. Plus with another semester I could have had another major or a couple of minors. Yep, I went through college without the first clue what I would do.

I will admit that I had visions of grandeur. They just weren't very detailed.

So, now, here I am at 25, still without much of a clue although I'm accepting that. I'm okay with that now - at least briefly.

 

Welcome To The Story of my Life

I hope that this story has a happy ending - or at least finds a happy path. I am 25 years old, married, and the mother of one. That's it. That's the totality of my existence right now.

Over the past week, I have seen four doctors. They've looked at me and told me about all of the problems with my body. I have thyroid problems. My TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone) is normal now, but I'm still gaining weight. I weigh 201 pounds - a place on the scales I never thought I'd see. I'm clumsy. My blood pressure is high. I'm depressed. I've been depressed for so long that I just live with it now.

My doctor put me on a diet to lower my blood pressure. The DASH diet it's called. I'm supposed to go on this diet, start drinking more water, watch my sodium intake, and start exercising everyday.

Okay, it's been so long since I've been in a gym that I couldn't find my way around. I know in my mind that being in shape means feeling better, but I don't have the energy to get there.

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