i'm a foul weather blogger.
since i started reigning in my hitherto-uncooperative-with -ife brain i have posted with decreasing frequency. i am ungrateful. i read fewer entries posted by those i previously read avidly. i miss chunks. wonder at how a pictured child has grown.
i got really frustrated with how fat the meds were making me. especially after the doc said that no amount of diet and exercise would stay the expanding of my waist. and that my antipsychotic was likely the cause of the miscarriage. i stopped taking it last week. and i'm only taking half my dose of antidepressant. i can't be sure that i want to get pregnant again. another baby in this relationship doesn't necessarily feel like the same warming, building, growing family idea that it did while i was more heavily medicated. i'm motivated more by the weight issue. hardly any item of clothing that involves going around my waist fits me. i've gone up three sizes. i'm wearing sweat pants and trying not to leave the house except in the one pair of enormous jeans i bought to accommodate this alien frame.
i know its stupid to have gone through all that, paid for all that expertise and then abandon it for vanity. and i can feel my deprogrammed brain fingering its way back to familiar ground. the spitting volcanic quicksand it craves.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
About Me
- Name: dodo
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
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8 Comments:
Oh honey, I don't know what to say. Sometimes life is just too cruel for words.
I can completely understand how you feel and what you are going through.
Hugs.
humph. that's all i've got to say. surely some bright spark somewhere realises that when you're tackling things the very best you can, you don't need rapid undefeatable weight gain as a side order.
xxx
oh, brilliant, lovely person. your beauty shines like a dark cordial surrounded by candles shivering in a soft wind.
and also what her imp said.
love. love for you.
much.
I'm alone and I'm dancin' with you now,
in your old room,
in your old house
I'm alone and I'm dancin'with you now,
in your old room
but there's nobody there
I'm thinking of you today.
I come here every day, at least once, maybe more, just in case.
love you
hello my voodoo chile!
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