Maybe I'll be ok.

Six months ago, my Dr. diagnosed me with diabetes.  I have to take metformin 2x a day.  :(  On top of my anxiety medication and my birth control, I feel constricted.  I take pills every morning at 8:45.  And unfortunately, if I take my birth control too much later or earlier than I did the day before, I risk throwing off my hormones.  :(  I am not a fan.  Of hormones.  Or pill.  Waaaa!!!  And to make matters works, Trump is president.  Aye.  Oh, what a world.

In other news, I stepped on the scale this morning, and much to my surprise, it read '275'.  Which is crazy because just a couple weeks ago I was weighing in at 287.  I guess I can chalk it up to being poor, tho.  I really have not been watching what I eat, or, God forbid, excersizing!   But I have had a really tight budget lately, so there's a lot more eating at home and packing lunches than I'm used to.  I guess it's a good boost, since I WILL begin working out with my little sister come Monday.  The dreaded MONDAAAAAAAY.  Why do people always start Monday?  Like it's the perfect day to start, because it's the beginning of the week?  I feel like it's maybe the WORST day to start.  Everyone hates Mondays.  But I've had a very expensive gym membership for several months now, and I've only used it like, 3 times.  :(  If I'm going to waste the money on an expensive club membership, I should at lease use it, right?  Blech.  As stated in my previous post, I lack motivation these days.  Especially now that I have my very own place!  All I want to do after work is hunker down with my Prince Henry (yes, he's a cat.  I'm a cat lady now.) and watch movies until I'm tired.  Then I sleep.  Until 7.  7:30.  Okay, usually 7:45.  Although my alarm clock goes off at 7 EVERY SINGLE MORNING.  I hit snooze.  twice.  Sometimes thrice.  I am so. un. motivated. But my seester wants us to get to the gym by 6 am Monday Tuesday Thursday Friday.  I have no idea how imma do it.  BUT I WILL!!!!!  Though I lack motivation, I really have a desire to loose weight and move more.  I'm so sloth-like!  I absolutely hate it.  Also, don't tell anyone, but sometimes I smoke.  There.  I've said it, it's out there.  TELL ME TO QUIT.  But I challenge you to NOT try and educate me on the health implications of it.  That information is totally lost on me.  I already know it.  And I'm smoking anyway.  Any OTHER bits of motivation you can stir up in me to quit?  I'd appreciate it.  :)  LET'S DO THIS.....!!?