Slow and steady wins the race

Okay, so I've slowly been getting back into better eating habits.  It's amazing how easy it is to slip right back into your old ways...ways that you thought were put behind you and were long gone.

I went to the doctor yesterday to talk to her about birth control.  (Long story about me and birth control.  It seems to hate me and I end up pregnant even when on it...and I've tried just about everything LOL)  She noticed my weight gain and asked me about it.  I told her that I had gained seventy pounds in six months and while I knew exactly how I gained that weight, I didn't know why.  Don't get me wrong.  I know why I gained weight.  I just didn't know why I allowed myself to.  She then asked me how things were going being a mom to six.  Apparently when you gain seventy pounds in six months, then burst into tears when someone asks you how you're doing, you get a mental health services referral. LOL  I insisted that I was fine and that I was just having a bad day, having yelled at my girls for really, no reason, having not been able to sleep the night before, or pretty much any night for the past year or so and just feeling a general sense of being overwhelmed and feeling like a crappy parent, but DANG IT...I am FINE! lol  She told me that she really just wanted me to call them and talk to someone because it can be overwhelming having so many kids and sometimes it's just good to have someone to talk to.  So, yeah...basically my doctor thinks I'm a nut job. lol  I think she got the feeling that I wasn't going to call mental health services because she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Please call them and set up an appointment to talk to someone.  I know you don't want to, but please, just do it."  I still don't know if I'm going to or not.  I feel...fine.  Yes, I'm overwhelmed.  Yes, I overeat.  No, I can't sleep at night but really really want to sleep all day.  But really, I don't think I'm having any major issues.    Then again, do you really have issues if you realize you have issues?  Don't crazy people not realize they're crazy?  Isn't that part of the craziness?  Is it offensive to call someone crazy when they actually have a mental illness? lol  Sorry, I'm not the most PC person in the world.  So, I may or may not put the call into the crazy doc.  We'll see.  I think my biggest fear is that I'll talk to the crazy doc (do you think s/he will be offended if I call him/her the crazy doc to his/her face?) and s/he will decide that I have a gajillion mental illness'...not just a few, but a gajillion...and want to dope me up and see me five times a week. LOL  Seriously, I do know that psychiatrists/psychologists truly do help people.  But, so often I see people who go to them because they're feeling a little down, and all of a sudden that person is told that they have this and this and this and this and need to be on medication for this and this and this and this, and after a few sessions, are more messed up then they were when they went in because now all of a sudden they have all these mental illness' that they didn't even know they had, that I don't really think they have, but it sure is easier to blam things on their mental illness than on the fact that they're just not very good people.

Anyways, just my own unPC 2 cents. lol