I’m getting fat.
In fact, I’m already fat—and getting fatter, I’m afraid.
This eating thing has gotten out of control, and that’s the biggest and fattest of ugly facts . I’m being cupcaked and ice creamed to death, Twinkied and Ho-Ho-ed to an early and over-sized grave—Richard Simmons’ worst nightmare.
Here’s the deal (something regular readers already know)–I’ve struggled with bipolar disorder for more than 20 years—take tons of meds to manage symptoms. And one of the side-effects of one of the drugs is, as my doctor described it, that Risperdal “tends to increase body mass.”
How’s that for a belly bulging side effect! And we’re talking literally here, folks.
So, my quick questions for Tuesday are:
Can I step up to or away from the plate long enough to lose weight?
Can America’s biggest loser South Beach her way to better health?
Will you weigh in on this fat-amassing matter?