Hurrah!

I’m feeling quite perky today. I can account for this strange and alien emotion because today, on the scales, I have lost a pound, so now I am 11st 5lbs, not the terrifying and unthinkable 11st 7lb monster I was at the weekend. So I’ve lost 2lbs in about 5 days, which is pretty good, considering I’ve done no exercise at all, just cut out a lot of the crap I was eating. It also means the drugs aren’t making me put on weight. If they’d fucked up my metabolism, I wouldn’t be losing weight at all. In actual fact, the drugs are helping me out a little. I no longer crave the chocolate and bad stuff. For some reason I remain unmoved by them. I think when I got really low I just comfort ate. And ate and ate and ate. Sertraline/lustral/Zoloft/whatever you want to call it, has been known to make people lose weight initially, then balloon. I’m going to have to keep a close eye on myself. I’ve read a number of terrifying reports on the internet about weight gain on sertraline. But then I’ve also read reports about weight loss on the drug too. I should just be aware and vigilant, and not pay too much attention to the side effects other people have experienced, because everyone is different.

I had a dream about a little white kitten last night. I bought one and took it home, and it was crawling all over me. It was cute. They tell you you may experience strange and vivid dreams on antidepressants. Not me. I dream of kittens.