I struggle with body image. If you’ve read past blogs, this is no surprise. Call it a side effect of my anxiety medication. Call it lifestyle changes. Call it whatever you want. But every day when I look in the mirror, a part of me is uncomfortable with the reflection I see.
I have come a long way in the last few years. I have become more secure in my own skin. I feel more comfortable when I look in the mirror than I did two years ago.
If you have read some of my other posts, or my other blog (which I haven’t written anything for in a while…sorry), you would know that something I personally struggle with is my weight gain. Since starting Zoloft over a year ago, my metabolism has been demolished, and to me… that’s putting it lightly. I have gained weight as a result and it has been something I have been depressed over for months now.
If you haven’t been keeping up, I have since stopped the medication (YAY!) after a long hand-holding year. As well, I have signed up to have a personal trainer. I am three weeks in and I have lost a steady 3-5lbs (it fluctuates).
Now that you know the backstory, let’s get to the real juice of the story of How the Waiter Made Me Feel After Ordering a Drink.