Wowzah.

I went to the doctor today and stepped on the scale. I was mortified. I was ashamed. I was embarrassed. I stepped on that scale and weighed 215.1. Holy hell! Ever since I saw that number I've had it flashing through my head.  215, 215, 215. Its chanting through my mind! I have never ever ever weighed this much.  I'm getting to a point where I can't fit in my clothes. The more weight I gain the more depressed I get. Something has got to give.
I did go to the Dr today and he is adding 2 new medications to see if they control the migraines. We are also decreasing the prednisone. I am so hoping that I can get off this stuff and lose some weight. I hate not having control of my body.

I know I've been a Debbie Downer the past few posts. The struggle is real. I truly feel blessed to have a husband who is by my side helping me get through it. He picks up the pieces when I can't. I am so blessed to have my two beautiful kiddos. Noelle is so sweet and soft spoken. She knows when I don't feel well and will make the effort to hang with me and make sure I am okay. Anistyn is my wild child. She doesn't understand what it means when I don't feel good. She is so busy that she unknowingly helps keep my mind off the Big L. So despite all the bitching I am blessed.