It’s fine – this new pill. Other than asking my darling spouse to check me for a life-threatening rash every five minutes (who said romance is dead?), I can barely tell I’ve changed anything. Of course, this is 1/12 of the eventual dose. I’m optimistic.
In the meantime, we’ve actually made to the gym (once this week – it’s an improvement) and I’m working at removing all processed foods from our cupboard and tummies. It’s a slow process that is much improved by my work day proximity to Earth Fare.
It’s weird. I feel oddly motivated by the future – in a way that swimsuit season never inspired.
I hope I can keep it up. I’m doing it for you, kiddo!