1. I sucked buckets and buckets of water out of my basement rug after a succession of three horrible summer storms in one day that brought flooding rains, two rounds of hail, lightning that struck my neighbor's garage (and damaged our verizon connection and computer). Oh and Sean and I were the only ones home all day.
2. I sedated Sean with chamomile tablets when the third storm rolled in and he began panicking about "this bad day." He fell nicely asleep on the couch in the basement right next to the roar of the shopvac.
3. I took a ride on the Philly Duck with ten other people...post and pictures to follow when our computer is up and running again.
4. I began taking an antidepressant. Frankly, I can't believe it either. Never thought I'd do it, but my endocrinologist has been having difficulty finding the right thyroid/cytomel levels for me this year and meanwhile I'm wavering between anxiety and depression, driving me batty. Hopefully it'll be temporary until we get the levels right but....
5. This is a big one. I have never, since the age of 15, lived a day without thinking too much about food. I think the word is obsessing. I remember back when I was 26, driving down the road to work and thinking, I've been thinking about food for 11 years and this troubled me so much that I began seeking help for it. However, nothing ever seemed to help. Books galore, OA...these helped a bit, but I've lived with some level of this tiresome thinking ever since.
Till this week, when it suddenly and wonderfully disappeared. I'm all into health and natural health and making life changes to bring health...but oh my. I think I may have made a friend in Celexa. Aside from the first day when I carried around a bag sure I was going to hurl, my anxiety is nill and I eat...get this...when I feel hunger. And I stop...get this...when I am full. And in between, I do other nonfood related things with narry a thought of it. Wow. You have no idea what freedom this is to me. I don't think I fully grasp it yet either.