Superhero Taters

So it’s pretty much been a hiding beneath my blankie and watching superhero movies (Marvel, not DC Comics) while eating everything in sight kind of a weekend. Lots of guilt for being overweight and eating terribly which has caused a surge of my depression. The ups and downs of depression really suck.

Anyway, the week wasn’t a good one either. Anytime there are mashed potatoes involved, you know I’m not doing well. I received my FitBit but, well, now what? I already know how much I don’t move so now I have a fancy watch to remind me. I didn’t think that one through. I know I need to set personal goals with it but that requires follow through which I suck at right now. I have the tools and the how-to knowledge to lose weight but the doing part is what I’m failing at. And caring. Why don’t I care? My therapist has theory about that and she’s probably right. I’m afraid of being successful at weight loss because of how my life might change if I was thinner.

I had my gallbladder out last October. In addition to not warning me about the weight gain afterwards, the doctor didn’t warn me about still having gallbladder pain even though I don’t have the gallbladder anymore. I’ve been dealing with that all week. I’ve been trying to identify different foods that irritate me (and give me heartburn) and so far the main theme has been onions. I even tried veggie cream cheese on thin bagels for breakfast but that gave me heartburn. I swear eating has become such an annoyance between trying to choose good things, trying to choose things that won’t give me heartburn or the pain, and staying away from the bad stuff.

To wrap it up… Thor is dreamy but the geek in me is a fan of Agent Coulson and taters don’t give me pain or heartburn. And I miss my mom. :(

Dana, Team Captain

Agent Coulson