I don’t know about you but I’m getting a bit bored with the whole anxiety/panic disorder topic. Not to mention the whole anxiety/panic disorder thing (IT) itself. Honestly, writing about IT has helped some. Up until now, when IT has started to Thoroughly. Piss. Me. Off.
Today’s status: Still here, still have some of IT symptoms, dealing. But I have a buttload of work to do before my vacation next week. So the increase in my usually barely tolerable work stress is making life a bit more enjoyable.
Now, on to the Upside. Which is a Downside. But a good one, especially given the whole freaking point of this freaking year and this freaking blog.
Since August 1, I have lost
♦ 18 pounds ♦
(204 to 186 today). My last published weight log showed my high point at 202 in March. That was not the eventual high point.
All of my not-so-hard work was paying off in the reverse. Which was not the trend I wanted to publish, which is why I took down the weight log, although I did continue doing and woe-is-me-ing weigh-ins March through July.
(Aside: Rather than Outright Lie, I prefer to Withhold Comment. Sort of like when a friend asks me if they look (good or bad or smart or stupid) (doing or wearing or dating) (something or somebody). I do not want to Lie but I do not want to tell the Truth, either. So I WC, which is similar in concept to being PC, but of course without the P. Since I try not to do or say anything whatsoever that has the remotest chance of having the label P(olitical) attached to it)). (I love parenthetical comments, as you know. I think this wins the Most Parentheses Ever In One Paragraph In My Blog award.) (But I am more in love with run-on sentences than anything, as you also know.)
And no, I do not think achieving the reverse of desired results had anything at all to do with IT, the Thing I Am Tired Of Writing About. Being overweight does not cause me IT. Being overweight just Pisses. Me. Off.
Anyway, I told you I was feeling different and bits and pieces were rearranging and my underwear was getting large enough to hold both the Boob Section and the Other End.
I think that I get the biggest kick out of the fact that I have lost a good bit of weight while I am still on Paxil (holding at 10 mg, terrified to step down again until I get a better handle on things).
My formula appears to be:
<20 gr carbs (very little sugar/starch) +
>50 oz liquid +
= – 18 (in 2 months).