You win some . . .. . you get fucked

Yeah, so, since I've been on Zyprexa, I've gained the seemingly mandatory 20 pounds within my first 6 months.

But now, even with extra pounds in tow, I think more clearly, sleep more soundly, finish more projects, and have felt better about myself more strongly than I remember in a really long time . . . and I'm talking like way back to childhood days, grade school era . . . . . . Oh yeah, and let's top off this medicinal love fest with the fact that I just enjoyed some fucking awesome sex with my husband. (now snoozing at my side)

Still, can't I deal with a few extra pounds? Am I that vain to hold up all of the benefits offered before in the balance?

Yeah, I guess so. I hate being fat.