madermouse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The seven year glitch April 20th, 2004 Wow...thanks for all the feedback and comments! I appreciate that. The general consensus is: TAKE THE DAMN PILLS!! I know, I know... But you might remember that I’ve had trouble in the past with anti-depressants. The biggest problem being that I feel like I’m on LSD whenever I take them – and not in a fun way. I’ve blacked out on several of them too. And the last time I tried Paxil I got these wierd shocky energy shock things all through my body and then the room would go dark, and then I felt nauseous and then I felt like I was going to fall. This went on for two days before I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t function. I think Prozac will be my fourth try? (or fifth?) So, you could understand why I’m nervous about taking them. I’ve never been able to last more than three days on any anti-depressant. (Vicki – I haven’t asked about Lexapro yet.) I just switched to a new doctor and we discussed my options. She suggested prozac only because I took it when I was 19, and I tolerated it for a month or so. She said if that didn’t work, or the side-effects were too awful, then she’d like to try Wellbutrin because it kills people’s cravings and helps with depression. Plus, I also have to work within the constraints of my insurance coverage....so that is another challenge. I’ve also been reading that weight gain can be a side-effect of taking anti-depressants. Do you guys find that to be true? Or do you find that it helps you stay in control of your eating because you aren’t as depressed? I’m confused about this whole thing. I’m sure different meds are different for everyone, and no one can really say how it will affect me. On another note, I decided not to weigh in today, or take my measurements. I just can’t deal with the stress of it. I will get back on the wagon, take my Laminaria (which semi-helps w/depression for me), continue my exercising and weigh in next week. I got an e-mail from a reader who said she’s lost 92 pounds....and it’s taken her 7 years. That really spoke volumes to me. The point is, that I can never give up. And a bad day or a bad week is just that: a bad day or week. It isn’t the end of the line. I don’t have to fall off the deep end or throw in the towel or resign myself to be fat. In the scheme of things, it’s just a blip on the radar and I need to keep going. And in the meantime, I need to remember where I want to be in 7 years. 11:18 a.m. - April 20, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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