I had my three month follow-up with my doctor on Friday. It was a good appointment because I was happy to tell her I had lost 5 pounds. She said that was good, and then she also told me that my blood pressure, which wasn't even high to begin with, was even lower (in a good way). She asked me if I was eating fewer carbs, and I said yes (the main changes are cottage cheese for breakfast and no chips with lunch), and she seemed think I was on the right track.

As you know, I have been depressed since going off Effexor in December so I asked her if I could go on antidepressants again. She decided to have me try Cymbalta this time, saying it had fewer side effects. I'm not so sure about that because I don't recall having many side effects with Effexor, but with Cymbalta I'm having feelings of nausea. The nausea doesn't seem to happen only right after I take it; it's on and off throughout the day. Still, I've only been on it a few days so we'll see.

The other thing Cymbalta is doing is taking away my appetite, which even though it may be messed up of me to feel this way, I can't say I actually mind. Many of us who have had issues with overeating know how unusual it is to feel uninterested in eating. And although I am working on cultivating a healthy attitude about food and my body, the part of me that still feels like a "Fat Girl" is finding my lack of appetite to be kind of gratifying.

In other news, it's still hot. Hot hot hot. Sweetie commented that the heat really seems to be bothering me. Hmm... he didn't say I've been complaining, but I guess I have been. The heat combined with my nausea does not make me feel like doing much of anything at home. I feel like it's too hot to read, it's too hot to blog, it's too hot to work on the giant jigsaw puzzle I set out. I just want to sit around. At least there's air conditioning at work.

Labels: fat, summer, the blues

posted by Miss Rachel 6/27/2007 08:08:00 AM

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