Something thickened. This way blows.
Since walking away from Big Slice of Life, Small Slice of Cheesecake, I've steadily gained weight. Although my "end" weight was pretty much where I started, I felt like I had been making some good realizations about my relationship to food, and my own bad patterns. It was not exactly a screaming success, but as an exercise in not only exploring my own weight issues and developing some new habits, Big Slice was one way to keep my own good health in the forefront of my mind.
And here I am, two years later, with an additional 15 pounds on my frame, and a new host of symptoms that have me frustrated. Swelling legs, hair falling out, weird heart racing baloney, fatigue... don't even get me started.
