I am pleased to say that I have kept up with the Ritalin and it is working wonders. With a little help from QoB, the house is starting to look good again and I have really been keeping up with cooking and kitchen mess. When I went around the house and picked up laundry, I unfortunately found dirty clothes stockpiled everywhere so now I am very behind in that department. I don’t mind doing laundry, but this pile is massive. I’m just tackling it methodically and doing the best I can (while watching Grey’s Anatomy episodes between cycles). Life is so hard! Hehe.
DSB has a doctor’s appointment today to see why he always feels sick. I think it’s the sertraline (Zoloft) that he’s on, but he is much less anxious with it. It really sucks that medications have so many unfortunate side affects but work well on the problem they are meant to solve. DSB is fed up, however, and is ready to get off Zoloft and try something else. I support him in whatever he wants to do and just hope we can get him to feeling better, because, although it’s not the biggest concern I have about the medication, its killing our sex life. Does that seem selfish?
I am still thinking about some longer-term goals I would like to set for myself. As I had mentioned in a previous post, Medicaid has changed in our state and is now being managed by three separate companies. My company offers reimbursement for Weight Watchers and I am seriously considering looking into it. I have done WW before with great success, and I am at a stage where I am going to start having serious health concerns if I don’t drop a serious amount of weight. Right now, my labs are all fine and I don’t have many problems related to the excess weight I am carrying, but I feel like I’m a ticking time bomb in that regard.
Once my foot is better, I’d like to start walking again, getting some fresh air daily. Walking used to be a real joy for me, but now it’s just painful. I know I will have to start slowly, but it’s something that I know I can do. I see blogs of beautiful women of all sizes that are running marathons and doing triathalons, and while I’m not ready for something like that nor do ever plan to be, it is inspiring that weight alone does not hold people back from their passion.
At this point, it would be nice if things were just easier by losing weight. Like, putting socks and shoes on or fitting in a narrow bathroom stall or being able to shop off the rack. Little things to many people, but serious annoyances to a super-sized gal like myself. I could really go on and on and about all the minor annoyances that I have come to accept as part of everyday life, but that might get boring.
I really do feel like I am at a point mentally where I can take on that kind of challenge, and as soon as I hit “publish post,” I’m gonna make that call to the insurance company to see just what the deal is. Godspeed!