My Sinking Diet

The PLRH Wellness Program hasn’t been holding water lately. I was very regimented with my diet and exercise plan for about seven weeks. In that time I still managed to gain weight. I was frustrated and discouraged.

The cause is the medication I’m taking to combat my depression. My doctor and I tried twice to ease back the dosage a little bit but it just didn’t work.

I will admit that I got a little too focused on my diet and it started to cause additional anxiety in my life. Well, that wasn’t doing me any good. So my psychologist suggested that I not track what I eat so closely. I had already established healthy eating habits and I shouldn’t over think things. OK, no problem.

My relaxed attitude towards my diet happened to coincide with the failed reduction of medication. In other words, imagine lots of tears and husband’s birthday cake. But it went beyond the birthday cake. There was a Coca-Cola here, a handful of M&Ms there, and maybe some bread & butter. You get the idea.

This week I climbed back on the wagon. But I’m in such a bigger hole now than I was three months ago. If things slide anymore, then I might have to buy all elastic waistband pants from Chico’s.

Last night as I changed into my pajamas, I notice that my backside felt plumper than I remembered. I groaned and shared this information (along with visual aid) to my Sweetie who was on the bed reading. He replied,

“I like your butt.”

Annoyed, I opened the bedroom door, saw my eldest son sitting in the family room, and said,

“I’m married to Sir Mix-a-Lot.”

I shut the door and instantly regretted what I just said because of this prior episode of PLRH Reality TV.

Moments later I heard music coming from the family room and the lyrics,

“I like big butts and I cannot lie…”

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I don’t know which I should be more embarrassed about:

1. I have a big backside.
2. My husband seems to like my big fanny.
3. Or, my husband and son like to sing about it.

I’m so confused that I’m not even embarrassed.