Feeling 100% better. Seriously.

I don't know if it was just that the ratio between healthy food and fattier food was out of whack, or that I need to adhere to a stricter eating regime, but in the week it's been since I've resumed a more thyroid-friendly diet, things physically and mentally have been awesome.

I will say, though, that I haven't been able to cut out caffeine from my diet, and I refuse to cut out alcohol. A cup of coffee in the morning keeps the headaches away, and I like a glass of wine or two when I go out. I can live without bread. Not without whiskey.

Today, after a shameful amount of time, I made it back to the doctor for my follow-up tests. I know I should be smacked for waiting so long - I was supposed to have done it 30 days after they discovered my stupendously high levels - but whatever. What's done is done. Scott, bless his heart, woke up early with me today and drove me downtown so I couldn't put it off any longer. He lives with this as much as I do, truth be told.

I don't know that he'd ever say it to me, but at some point, listening to me go on and on about being exhausted, and bloated, and exhausted, and ... did I mention exhausted? has to be an exercise is extreme patience.

They're also checking to see if my cholesterol went down any, and I'm hoping it has but not holding out any hope. I was so, so bad about taking the Omega-3s that I'd be shocked if I made a dent, despite all of my efforts in the diet and exercise department.

The tests should be back in a couple of weeks. I'll check back with the results then.

Anyway, I still haven't set foot in a gym. I'm so irritated by this I could spit, and I have no one to blame but myself. I don't worry about absences from the gym like this, I'll get back there, but when this happens, when I got two, three weeks without being in the gym, I wonder why I don't make it a priority so that I fit it in somehow. It's all a direct result of a busy social calendar, not me talking myself out of it.

I was going to run after work yesterday, but then it started raining and lightening, and going to the gym wasn't an option because we had plans. I wanted to this morning, until Scott reminded me we had to go to the doctor. And tonight I'm getting hair done.

Tomorrow morning? I'm there. At 6 a.m. No ifs, ands or buts. I'm volunteering tomorrow night and the night after that so the morning it is.

In other news, the Jimmy John's "unwich" isn't as bad as I'd thought, but when you get to the end, you're reminded that there is nothing in the world as satisfying as the end of a loaf of crusty bread. For real.

Lastly, tune in over at Elastic Waist tomorrow where I'll be a guest on The Daily Special!

Posted by Erin at 02:22 PM | filed under: Random