I'm fat. That's all I see when I look in the mirror. This is because I have gained 7 pounds since January, give or take a couple on any given day. I'm now hyper aware of my flabby stomach and my thighs make me ill. I didn't feel this way this time last year--I was rejoicing in my new look. Hell, i didn't feel this way last month. Suddenly, though, all I see is fat (and bad hair).

The mind games that I play with myself are getting the best of me. I suppose it's time I found a good shrink. One who will listen to me and hopefully help me find the magic pill for my manic depressive issues and dig through the million pounds of emotional baggage I carry to get to the root of whatever this problem is.