Anyways..

I buckled down and started a new weight loss journey. Last Tuesday I went into a weight loss clinic because my friend was going in to get her shots and more phentramiene. She’s been going to a clinic for gosh knows how long. She told me about it before and I hadn’t seriously thought about doing this type of program myself. For some reason I thought that those type of clinics were for smaller people who just wanted to maintain their bodies or slim down for bakini summers. I was planning to just sit in the lobby and just wait for her to be done. The guy at the front counter asked me if I was interested in doing it… God damn was he the best sales person I’ve ever met! Well $710 later I was in the back room getting my first shot of vitamins. I signed up for 2 rounds of hcg (40 days each) with a strict 500 calorie diet. I won’t actually be starting the hcg hormone for two more days.

So I left feeling confidant… Until I snapped out of it when my husband was like “were you going to discuss this with me before you made this drastic decision” I felt so bad that I neglected to include him. I was just in such a high from being excited. Don’t get me wrong I’m not the type of chick that cares what people think of me. I’m not doing this for my appearance. I’m at my heaviest weight right now and I sure as fuck feel it! At work my hips hurt because I they are indented from the chair for 8 hours that doesn’t properly support me. I get out of breath just walking sometimes. I just don’t feel comfortable in my own skin because I’m struggling. I just want to feel happy and I can’t be that when I don’t feel healthy.

My husband is very supportive and we discussed it. I did more research and I’m pretty comfortable with my decision. I got into a heated argument with my family about it. Right now I just don’t give a fuck what they say. I’m gonna do what I feel is right.

Jay Hathaway, gawker.com