It’s been a damn slow process, and for the last sixteen weeks I’ve bounced around in the same weight frame, which is utterly frustrating.
But, one noticable fact remains:
My panties are saggy.
Like, because my butt was bigger, they stretched out or whatever. Now, they slide around and bunch under my trousers or jeans.
And it’s not terribly sexy looking like you’ve got a load in your panties because they’re sagging off your bum.
One aspect of the weight thing I’m considering is my antidepressants.
I went off them for a while to see if I felt different.
I had more energy, I was more focused, and I felt alert.
I also cried at every commercial for soap or diapers, and became quite moody. (Poor S).
So, I’m back on them, because crying in the biscuit aisle at the grocery store for no apparent reason and scaring small children isn’t a great thing.
But I’ve noticed that I’m hungrier now that I’m back on them, and they make me kind of…slow. Moderate zombieish.
Hungrier plus lethargic= not good.
I guess as long as my panties continue to be too big for me I’m on the right track though, right?
Book: Argonautica by Apollonius of Rhodes
Song: Escapade by Janet Jackson