It would be the day I have a few floor exercises when a bunch of ‘guys’ (read: douches) decide to drop by. It would also be on a day when I was the only woman there, so I got to work out through a bunch of patrolling predatory males.
The upside to this – if there can be an upside – is that I felt a little more driven to use heavier weights on a couple of exercises to make sure I look like I can take care of myself. I didn’t feel safe around these guys!
Again, really tired today. Also, I’ll be painting an external wall when I’m done with post-workout snack and posting this entry, so I decided I should probably go easy on myself. I don’t want to be falling off my ladder, or have arms like noodles so I can’t even hold a paintbrush.
That being said, even going ‘a little’ easy on myself, my shoulders are sore!
The day is only half over, and I have plenty left to do, but I need to sit down for a few minutes, have something to eat, and update my latest adventures in fitness generally and going to the gym specifically.
Today started as every day does, by walking the dog.
I’ll try to keep this post short and sweet after the last one. This doesn’t really need a novella, and it’s more to keep track for myself.
However, a little context for context’s sake.
Mid-late 2016 I started a regimen of Prozac for managing my anxiety – a topic for another blog post. There were the usual side-effects for the first month or so, but as soon as they settled down everything was pretty darn awesome. I liked to call myself ‘almost psychologically bulletproof’. The source of the ‘almost’ in that statement is also a topic for another day.
Early-mid 2017, however, I noticed some weight creep that couldn’t be explained by anything other than the medication, as nothing had changed in my diet and exercise regime. I spoke with my GP about it when it came time to renew my prescription, and we agreed we’d give me another couple of months to see if I can get on top of it before we decide whether or not to wean off.
A couple of months later and I felt like a bloated hippo, so we started weaning off. It took two months to wean down to nothing, and it’ll take me another two months to get it entirely out of my system due to the half lives of the active ingredient (fluoxetine) and its metabolite (norfluoxetine), 4-6 days and approximately 16 days respectively.
Right now I feel like the drug is trying to hoard all the fat it can before it’s gone, like a squirrel storing nuts before it forgets where and never comes back.