I don’t know where this has come from, and I really don’t want to sit in self-pity (IMO, the most destructive emotional state one can be in), so I’m getting rid of it here. (jeremy evil is tired of listening to me whine, and I don’t blame him.)
I have a fantastic new doctor, who’s young (well, not an old man), hot, and obviously gay. This is a good thing. I was left high and dry when my shrink left town a few months ago. Not only do I have a new doctor to prescribe my meds, but he’s taken an active interest in me and my health. (I’ve “tried to find” a GP before, and it was always unfriendly, in-and-out health care. I suspect he’s looking to build a very gay practice, and the fact that I’m in a serodiscordant relationship is a constant health issue that guarantees he’ll follow me.)
So Dr. Hottie weighs me. I’m 170 lbs. I’ve gained 30 pounds since I got sober a little over five months ago. It’s 170 lbs. of skin, bones, and flab. It’s very common to gain weight after you quit drinking and start taking care of yourself again (I used to throw up everything I ate, when I ate at all). But usually it peaks before this stage of sobriety, or at least it did the first time I got sober.
I can’t even look at myself naked in the mirror, and now I’m starting to see a big fat stick-of-butter face. Of course it’s mostly in my head - I’m aware of that. But I don’t even like looking down when I’m having sex. We got the Sugardope pics back yesterday, and I look… hideous. The camera adds pounds, sure, but still…
I’m also tired all the time and my joints ache and creak. Grrr. I’ve had to start taking Advil every morning for that, and sometimes I dip into Jeremy’s Celebrex.
So I guess I have to start watching what I eat - not obsessively, but at least stop eating creamy salad dressings and crap like that. And I have to start working out again. I just don’t know where I’m going to find the energy I had eight years ago when I was a gym bunny (yes, I was a gym bunny at one point).
I don’t post new threads much anymore, and more often than not I delete posts before hitting “submit”. So this is the MPSIMS I’ve been saving up, I guess.
Motivate me. Give me tips. Your words helped me get sober and stay that way. This should be (for lack of a better term) a cakewalk in comparison…
Sorry if this rambled but I am dead tired and feel like I was hit by a truck.



