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This is day two. I got up around 8:30 yesterday, which made me feel good about myself. I ate chicken, spinach, and some mozzarella cheese, and one bite of pizza. Very few carbs. I was surprised.
I felt vague heartburn and the hints of a headache as my body screeched to a halt on the carbo train. I could feel it. I could hear the clamoring for sugar. I gave in to the point of having half a Diet Coke, providing the imaginary sugar. I am supposed to be using Sweet n' Low or Splenda, not NutraSweet.
I read Dr. Atkins' "New" Diet Revolution until I got to the point where it said certain drugs prevent weight loss. I flipped to the page it referenced and found out that antidepressants (particularly SSRIs, lucky me) are some of those drugs.
Of course, the drugs I'm on also do not cause me noticeable amounts of dry mouth or lack of sexual appetite, so maybe they won't inhibit weight loss too much either. Dr. Atkins said they reduce metabolism... weird thing for an anti-depressant to do, don't you think?
Anyway, after that point, on the Murphy's Law side of the equation, I got home and couldn't find my house keys, although I know they were in the car when I left for work, or maybe I just imagined that part. I hate it when that happens. So I went back to sleep after Wes came home and let me in (after spending the night dozing in the car intermittently) and got up at noon.
Just proof that I should not decide to straighten out my life, my subconscious gets pissed off and plays tricks to stop me.
I felt vague heartburn and the hints of a headache as my body screeched to a halt on the carbo train. I could feel it. I could hear the clamoring for sugar. I gave in to the point of having half a Diet Coke, providing the imaginary sugar. I am supposed to be using Sweet n' Low or Splenda, not NutraSweet.
I read Dr. Atkins' "New" Diet Revolution until I got to the point where it said certain drugs prevent weight loss. I flipped to the page it referenced and found out that antidepressants (particularly SSRIs, lucky me) are some of those drugs.
Of course, the drugs I'm on also do not cause me noticeable amounts of dry mouth or lack of sexual appetite, so maybe they won't inhibit weight loss too much either. Dr. Atkins said they reduce metabolism... weird thing for an anti-depressant to do, don't you think?
Anyway, after that point, on the Murphy's Law side of the equation, I got home and couldn't find my house keys, although I know they were in the car when I left for work, or maybe I just imagined that part. I hate it when that happens. So I went back to sleep after Wes came home and let me in (after spending the night dozing in the car intermittently) and got up at noon.
Just proof that I should not decide to straighten out my life, my subconscious gets pissed off and plays tricks to stop me.
