Avoiding Therapy

So many times, in the past couple of years, people (such as physicians and my mother) have told me I should be in counseling.  Apparently I am a bitter, jaded, man-hating bitch. I prefer to think of myself as an independent, slightly stressed out, single mom with no interest for a man in my life.  However my personality is perceived to others, it is really none of my concern.  I do my best to remain calm; anxiety is a huge issue for me lately.  I do my best to provide a stable home for my daughters.  Right now, I am trying my hardest to stay healthy. 

Weight has always been an issue for me.  Right now, I do not worry about it for any other reason that how I feel from it, mentally and physically.  As I asked my doctor for help, she also tells me that I should look into counseling.  She believes I am eating to compensate for something else.  Um okay...I eat less than 1200 calories a day, peddle my under-desk peddler, all damn day, and do the elliptical several times a week.  Can you tell me how that is eating my feelings??  I have put 15lbs on in 2 months.  *I* believe there are further issues to be addressed, so they are finally looking into something more than just assuming that I am a binging fat-ass. 

I only pray that something comes out of the labs that were drawn yesterday.  I do not keep my hopes up.  I have tons of issues, but I come off like somewhat of a hypochondriac when nothing results from tests taken.  Thyroid came back "perfect" so now we test insulin levels and for polycystic ovaries.  I am told that if this is my condition I should be growing hair in odd places. *looks down shirt* ummm... not yet.

I am going to do my best to blog as often as I can. I have so much to say, actually, to bitch about... but if I put it all in one post...(1) I wouldn't have much else to blog about in the future and (2) I will be up all night.