It's been 25 days since I began taking my daily thyroid medication and guess what? I still feel like ass.
And not a happy ass either. A sad, tired, balding, forgetful, dry, fat ass.
There have been a few positive things happen since I began taking my medication (.25mg of Levothro*d). Within 4 days I started my period, which had been missing since the beginning of November. I also initiated Sessual Relations. TWICE! That may not sound like a big deal, but considering that the last few times we've had Sex I actually asked "do you care if I just lay here?" (Answer: of COURSE NOT!) it was a pretty big deal to me.
But, for the most part, there's not been a significant change since I started the meds.
I feel particularly bad today.
"How bad do you feel?"
I feel SO bad that I took G to day care, even though it was my day off and I slept from 8:30 to 10:30.
I did manage to drag my ass out of bed and head to Kohls to buy a new outfit.
Sadly, it's another track suit, but! It's not velour! And it's not of the Daisy Fuentes variety! (About the striped shirt... It fit. I bought it. Howza'bout we never speak of it again. Ok?)
I also began the process of cleaning out my closet. I had been thinking about doing it for some time now (which is why I wrote the post and decided to share my humiliating "one outfit" secret with you.) I knew it was time, and the comments that were left on the post gave me the "push" that I needed to do it. That said, it hasn't been easy packing things up. Why is it so damn hard for me to get rid of these clothes? I'll tell you why. They remind me of a time in my life where I was healthy and happy. They remind me of concerts I went to with friends that I loved. They remind me of nights I would put on my Stetson hat and Justin Ropers and go Line Dancing (Don't make me bust out The Watermelon Crawl.) They remind me of a time when I could buy clothes because they were cute and not because they made me look a little less obese.
There were a few pieces in particular that I'm having a hard time letting go of, but I've pulled out a storage box from the garage and they're going to a local thrift shop this weekend.
This dress from Old Navy is probably the one that is the hardest for me to part with and probably because it's a size 6. I can pull this dress out at any time and say "Look! I used to wear a size 6!" I've secretly dreamed of fitting in that dress again for EIGHT YEARS. Time to let go of the dream.
Same goes for these (short) shorts from Old Navy.
I've not worn shorts since somewhere around 1999 and yet I hold onto those shorts if only to hold them up and say "I can't believe I used to fit in these."
It's time to move on.
That doesn't mean I have to give up on losing weight. That doesn't mean that I'll never fit in a size that I feel comfortable in again. It just means it's time to start living in the here and now. And the "here and now" is a size 20, not a size six. DID YOU HEAR THAT BRAIN?
I absolutely have to focus all of my energy and getting healthy and right now getting healthy starts with getting my thyroid medications just right so that my body is functioning properly.
I'm tired of feeling the way that I feel and I'm hoping that adding a few pieces to my one outfit wardrobe will perhaps add a little joy to my daily life because I'm tired of looking so damn...
Hashimoto.
(Taken last night, just before bed. I know.)











Not instantly feeling better? Totally normal. My doc kept tweaking my dosage and I kept getting pissed. "I DON'T FEEL ANY DIFFERENT!"
.25mg is low. They may adjust in increments; I went from .5 to .75 to .88 and finally, I'm at 1, and my levels are apparently good.
But holy crap, I wish I had thought to start using Hashimoto as an adjective. All I did was bitch about thyroids and Oprah and me needing a one month trip to Hawaii like Ope for months.
Good luck, Y!