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Jun. 14th, 2003 08:58 pmThis probably won't turn out to be much of an update, as I think I would rather be playing Garfield Solitaire (I can't resist the manly--er, catly, belching)...don't ask.
Anyway.
I am doing MUCH much rather a lot better than I was several weeks ago...and apologies for the lack of reaction to those that posted in response to my last missive, and yes bodcea, I would love to have coffee with you. Anyway, the uberProzac would appear to be working, but as I mentioned to warkitty, I have learned new and interesting things about drug interactions. Namely this: if you are taking Prozac, do not also take Metabolife. Better to be happy, chubby and alive than crazy, skinny and dead.
See, Metabolife is an MOA inhibitor---which thing one ought not take with Prozac. My serotonin was being tugged up oneside and down the other (much like having two toddlers, I bet) and was ready to have conniptions. After nearly a week of debilitating migraines and a day of extreme agitation and a nasty feeling of ephemerality, my wonderful husband got to looking on the internet and discovered much of the above information. Suffice it to say my head did not noticeably explode (i.e., it appears to still be attached and functioning--albeit at not quite peak efficiency).
So...I am saner, and one hopes wiser. And hey...I still only weigh somewhere 'tween 189-192---which is what I weighed right before Morgan was conceived. Yay me! So, if I want to lose the next 20-30 lbs. {all of you out there who are about to say, a) but you don't *need* to lose any more! You're beautiful! or b) Hey! Chub is Sexy! Women ought be round! You're beautiful! or even c) Hey! Don't let the man get you down! Why sculpt your body around ridiculous and sick societal pressures that have no bearing on reality or the actual bodies of any real, living women who have actually eaten in the last two weeks! and by the way, You're beautiful! I can only say: a) yes you're right, but I'd *like* to lose some more and thank you, and b)yes you're right, but I'd like to feel healthier and stronger, and thank you, and c) yes you're right, but I'm really aiming more for Xena than Kate Moss. And thank you.}...where was I...oh yeah, if I want to lose the next 20 to 30 lbs I may have to actually get off my less-but-still-more-than-I'd-like-fat ass and actually exercise or something. Ick.
Alas.
Anyway, life seems to be settling back into something nearly normal. I started cleaning again the other day. Koren and Carl finally dragged me out of the kitchen 11:15 p.m. last Tuesday night when I started scrubbing the cabinet doors. Heh. Obsess? Moi? Whatever do you mean?
Love and smooches to all out there who are living vicariously through my witty--if less than sane--mutterings. And love and smooches to those of you who have your own lives but still care about mine too!
Anyway.
I am doing MUCH much rather a lot better than I was several weeks ago...and apologies for the lack of reaction to those that posted in response to my last missive, and yes bodcea, I would love to have coffee with you. Anyway, the uberProzac would appear to be working, but as I mentioned to warkitty, I have learned new and interesting things about drug interactions. Namely this: if you are taking Prozac, do not also take Metabolife. Better to be happy, chubby and alive than crazy, skinny and dead.
See, Metabolife is an MOA inhibitor---which thing one ought not take with Prozac. My serotonin was being tugged up oneside and down the other (much like having two toddlers, I bet) and was ready to have conniptions. After nearly a week of debilitating migraines and a day of extreme agitation and a nasty feeling of ephemerality, my wonderful husband got to looking on the internet and discovered much of the above information. Suffice it to say my head did not noticeably explode (i.e., it appears to still be attached and functioning--albeit at not quite peak efficiency).
So...I am saner, and one hopes wiser. And hey...I still only weigh somewhere 'tween 189-192---which is what I weighed right before Morgan was conceived. Yay me! So, if I want to lose the next 20-30 lbs. {all of you out there who are about to say, a) but you don't *need* to lose any more! You're beautiful! or b) Hey! Chub is Sexy! Women ought be round! You're beautiful! or even c) Hey! Don't let the man get you down! Why sculpt your body around ridiculous and sick societal pressures that have no bearing on reality or the actual bodies of any real, living women who have actually eaten in the last two weeks! and by the way, You're beautiful! I can only say: a) yes you're right, but I'd *like* to lose some more and thank you, and b)yes you're right, but I'd like to feel healthier and stronger, and thank you, and c) yes you're right, but I'm really aiming more for Xena than Kate Moss. And thank you.}...where was I...oh yeah, if I want to lose the next 20 to 30 lbs I may have to actually get off my less-but-still-more-than-I'd-like-fat ass and actually exercise or something. Ick.
Alas.
Anyway, life seems to be settling back into something nearly normal. I started cleaning again the other day. Koren and Carl finally dragged me out of the kitchen 11:15 p.m. last Tuesday night when I started scrubbing the cabinet doors. Heh. Obsess? Moi? Whatever do you mean?
Love and smooches to all out there who are living vicariously through my witty--if less than sane--mutterings. And love and smooches to those of you who have your own lives but still care about mine too!
