Well, I'm still just under/around ten pounds down but it goes up and down a lot. I feel like I was making progress and then it just tapered off. Number wise that is. As far as the scale is concerned I'm not making much progress, but that's definitely not the only thing that counts!
I'm feelin' good.
I've noticed that when I treat myself to some yummy calorie full meals I only eat about half of what I would normally eat. My stomach is finally on my side! Enough is enough apparently.
Also, just knowing that I'm consciously eating healthy has boosted my self esteem a little bit. I can walk down the street with my head held a little higher knowing that I give off a smidge more confidence. Healthy is sexy.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
I'm human
Well guys, personal set backs have taken away from my blogging. My personal set back is
I'm a mess!
I started going to see a therapist as a part of my chemical free road to getting off of my anxiety meds. It's amazing what a couple weeks of forty five minute sessions can do. My therapist doesn't even really talk at all. It's pretty much up to me every week to go in there thinking I have nothing to talk about and then end up spilling my guts and coming to the realization that I have no clue what I'm doing with my life.
My next step is the Psychiatrist. This would be the ideal scenario:
Psychiatrist: What can I help you with?
Me: Well, I want to get off of these pills- they made me fat and kept me in a melancholy state the last three years
Psychiatrist: Ok, just stop taking them and everything will be better
Me: Ok
Unfortunately I've tried this before and ended up on a hospital bed at Harborview. So, that's what happens I guess. Journaling has been great too. Mentally. Physically, I guess what has helped is that app on my phone helped me understand about calories and what an appropriate amount of protein I need daily. To be honest I stopped using it, maybe I'll start again but I think I just get it.
Apparently it's not that difficult to not stuff my face all the time if I put my mind to it.
Also, I've lost six pounds. That's it. I hope getting off of my meds proves to be the cure to losing real weight. If not, whatever... I feel healthier. I'm also a little happier and no longer crave soda.
Well... kind of. I'm human.
I'm a mess!
I started going to see a therapist as a part of my chemical free road to getting off of my anxiety meds. It's amazing what a couple weeks of forty five minute sessions can do. My therapist doesn't even really talk at all. It's pretty much up to me every week to go in there thinking I have nothing to talk about and then end up spilling my guts and coming to the realization that I have no clue what I'm doing with my life.
My next step is the Psychiatrist. This would be the ideal scenario:
Psychiatrist: What can I help you with?
Me: Well, I want to get off of these pills- they made me fat and kept me in a melancholy state the last three years
Psychiatrist: Ok, just stop taking them and everything will be better
Me: Ok
Unfortunately I've tried this before and ended up on a hospital bed at Harborview. So, that's what happens I guess. Journaling has been great too. Mentally. Physically, I guess what has helped is that app on my phone helped me understand about calories and what an appropriate amount of protein I need daily. To be honest I stopped using it, maybe I'll start again but I think I just get it.
Apparently it's not that difficult to not stuff my face all the time if I put my mind to it.
Also, I've lost six pounds. That's it. I hope getting off of my meds proves to be the cure to losing real weight. If not, whatever... I feel healthier. I'm also a little happier and no longer crave soda.
Well... kind of. I'm human.
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