Maybe it’s just that time of the year or the month or even the week. I try to be diligent in how I title my posts and so I was a little surprised that 3 years ago yesterday I titled the post, “It’s Been One of Those Days.” Like that post all those years ago I am experiencing money woes, issues with the hubby, and just feeling worn down. We all have days like this. I’m now becoming better about tracking them using my Period Tracker Deluxe app. I’m all about useful apps! What I hope to deduce is if, despite having a hysterectomy, I am always going to have one week in the month that I’m simply going to be moody. If that’s the case I can better prepare for it.
Today Kenrick and I had our first consultation with our new doctor. Our new doctor is my mom’s, dad’s and brother’s doctor. You know we’re all about keeping things in the family! It was an odd visit though. In order to save time I simply brought all of our medications with me in a bag. I couldn’t make the bag discreet considering the long list of meds we both take. Actually, it was mine that primarily filled the bag. It was frustrating. My medication regime changed a bit in recent years but rather than taking less I’m taking more. The majority of them are medications that I can’t do anything about. And now that I’ve found an anti-depressant regimen that works, the more stable I am within wreaks havoc on the outside. At least half of my medications cause weight-gain. So not only is it hard to lose weight, it’s almost impossible. And unlike individuals who don’t have to take a litany of pills, the odds are not in my favor. The doctor was blunt. “You need to lose some weight, and you have to do it the natural way.” Another way of looking at it is, you either get off your other meds so you can take a weight loss pill or you just have to figure something out. I know that I didn’t get fat overnight but I look at photos of myself from just three or four years ago and can’t help but to long for that weight. And don’t get me started on looking back at photos in my earlier 20s. I know that I can’t look backward, that I must move forward, but for someone who doesn’t like to do anything in the kitchen and who doesn’t eat large amounts of food, it’s just another cherry on top of a forbid sundae. Continue reading “Another One of Those Days”
