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.