I’ve been pretty quiet lately, haven’t I?
I knew I had but I didn’t realize just how quiet until I took a look and saw that my last post was from Arizona on the ides of March.
Needless to say, a few things have happened since then.
Classes are done. Papers have been handed in and exams have been graded. Graduation has happened. My first year of grad school is over. I am registered for my fall classes to launch my second year.
At this point, my thoughts go in half a dozen different directions.
I only have three years of coursework to do for this degree and I’m already finished with 1/3 of it. And next year will feel like I’m really getting somewhere because I’ll be getting my Master’s degree at the end of it. This time next year, I’ll probably be beside myself.
Well, I hope I won’t be too ridiculous about it. After all, the Master’s isn’t what I’m here for and the Master’s isn’t what I’ll be excited about, either.
But I digress.
Life is not all about exciting but esoteric academic stuff, of course.
It’s also not all sweetness and light.
I am back on my diabetes medications, much to my doctor’s relief. The fact is that even without overt symptoms, out-of-control blood sugar will do lots of damage to a body. I knew that, which is why I decided to go back to the meds. But, as predicted, as soon as I went back on the meds, I started to gain back the weight that I lost. Fortunately, I didn’t gain it all back. Unfortunately, I’ve been finding it difficult to stick with a diet and exercise plan for more than three days at a time during the tail end of the semester.
I’m going to break out the weight loss chart around the end of the month to start publicly charting where I am but I can tell you that, the last time I was brave enough to step onto a scale, I was back up into the 180s. I will hope by the time I step back onto the scale and post my numbers, I won’t be any heavier than that.
One of the things that has been making this uphill battle even steeper for me is that I find I need my anti-depressant mediation adjusted. It is doing me very little good at this point. Fortunately, I’ll be seeing my psychiatrist for a follow-up visit tomorrow. I expect to take care of it then. I am hoping the adjustment will also help me to avoid emotional eating in the near future.
I have reason to believe that I’m going to need all the help I can get to hold it together in the not-too-distant future. But I’m not going to get into that until I find out whether I actually have anything to worry about.
Meanwhile, I guess I’m back to … well, not quite square one. Square one was in excess of 200 pounds and I haven’t gained that much weight back — thank goodness! But I’m getting myself back into working out and I need to be paying closer attention to what I eat.
We’ll see how I do.