Saw PT yesterday and the sadist made me walk on a treadmill to get my heart rate up. My knees and feet hurt so badly today I want to cry. They had a big mirror in the room and I saw myself sitting sideways and was horrified. The old me would have locked myself in the house and eaten more out of depression but it just motivated me to want to see something else, someone stronger when I go a year from now.
Have lost 10 lbs of the 20 I must lose to be set up to see the doc.
Psych next week. That makes me the most nervous, like a job interview.
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