Full Metal Wheelbarrow

Apparently I have Impaired Glucose Tolerance. Joy.

So I have to write down everything I eat for the next week and go back to see the nurse next week.

I feel harassed and angry. I want to throw things and scream. This is probably not a rational reaction, but I'm just so damn sick of people telling me I need to lose weight. I fucking KNOW that. I've known it since I was fucking seven years old. I just can't fucking DO it. Do they not think I'd be thin if I could?

If I'm honest, I suppose a lot of the anger is at myself for not doing it before.

I've disabled comments on this post because I know people will be kind and I can't cope with that when I'm upset. I just want people to know that if I'm less cheerful and nice in the next few weeks this is why.