I Be That Very Witch

Well, this is irritating. I had started this post a couple of nights ago, and foolishly believed that it was saved in my drafts.  Nope.  Anyway, it's been at least a couple of weeks since my last post, and an update is well overdue! I'll post one of these updates at the end of each month, and blabber on about how I'm progressing, reconsidering, learning, and regretting (hah!) each resolution.  "So, how's it going, Sarah?"  "I will lose 7-10 lbs between January 1st and January 28th" Negative.  I lost two pounds, and 1% bodyfat. I can see small changes, and when you're 38 years old, 2 pounds in a month is a total win. Especially when maintaining muscle. I am stronger and my cardio stamina is increased. I am really happy with this. I didn't win my cut of the Dietbet pot, but I didn't lose. Except those 2 pounds.  "I will wear a crop top." I suffer from a grave shortage of crop tops; so I bought this cropped sweatshirt. ...

You know that meme...the one with the hard to swallow pills? Here's mine: I have to thank American Liz for these words.  She set me solid straight, yesterday. In order for me to maintain a consistent level of function, I actually do swallow a pill, everyday.  I don't make enough serotonin on my own, so I use store bought neurotransmitters to fill that gap.  This last week, when it came time to refill my prescription, I had a difficult time aligning my schedule with my pharmacy's wacky willy hours.  So, I ended up going three days without my best friend, Sertraline. Missing a dose isn't devastating.  Missing two doses is pushing it, but tolerable.  Missing three, I start having...the thoughts. That voice that tells me I'm not doing it right.  I'm not good enough.  That I am unworthy.  Most of the time, it's like watching them on a tv...I don't like hearing what they say, so I change the channel; and they're gone. When I've gon...