I'm not sure, but I think things are starting to get better. Last week could have been hell. I had my house broken into and car stolen; lots of work; an appointment with my doctor to check on my progress with Prozac and a dietitians appointment. I guess the big deal is that it wasn't hell- I got through
. After near 6months on Prozac it seems to be starting to work. I still have bad days and had a couple of weeks of being quite down recently, but have tried to keep on track with eating, and been sleeping as much as I can considering that I work shifts and regular hours are hard; I started running with a friend and acknowledged to myself that I still want to lose weight and be small, but know that I cannot; today I put some new jeans on hold instead of just thinking that I'll lose weight to fit the jeans I have the way I want. Considering all the stresses and triggers last week I still managed to stay on track and have been doing so well that my dietitian suggested cutting back to once every two months. This journey towards better health has been long, but I think I'm getting there. I still have lots of bad days. It still takes an age to get to sleep at night and the anxiety I feel at these times still stops me dead as I feel all the fat on my body; the swelling and distortions each time I eat; I still stop in my tracks and second guess every tiny detail, let alone every mouthful I eat. But I am getting there
. I hope it's ok- I just wanted to share my week and the progress I have made
