"Um, I have cellulite and stretch marks and that pretty much overrides being tiny…even when I somehow overcome the evil forces of PCOS and lose all the weight…I am still not going to prance around in a bikini. Stretch marks are like nipples…they are private parts, I don't plan on sharing them with the world and I don't hold with high regard a gal who does. The majority of my irreversible damage exists between my knees and hips so I need to plan for fashion that will camo this danger zone."
I have polycystic ovarian syndrome. If you're like me the worst thing about PCOS isn't the grapefruit sized cysts, or the periods you've been getting every 9 days since you were 11…it's the fact that you get fat eating broccoli on a treadmill and your BFF orders her Burrito Ultimo "enchilada style" while wearing skinny jeans…It's the fact that skinny jeans will just be an unflattering tapered-ankle thing of the past by the time you get even halfway to your goal.
Maybe you're not like me and the aforementioned as well as the unmentioned (infertility) is worse than being fat…this may not be the blog for you. I plan on irreverently, humorously and sarcastically sharing my weight loss journey as I run full speed (hopefully reaching my target heart rate) at the wall that is PCOS…But, before you go, take note: I did use the words "sharing" and "journey"…I can't be that bad.
Friday, August 27, 2010
The Chronicles of Schmarnia: My Imaginary Closet
Labels:
birth control,
diet,
fashion,
glucophage,
infertility,
insulin resistance,
low glycemic index,
metformin,
ocella,
pcos,
polycystic ovarian syndrome,
stretch marks,
weight gain,
weight loss,
yaz
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