My psychiatrist put me on two medications last year that had “weight gain” as a listed side effect.
He didn’t bother to tell me about it—or any of the other side effects—before he got me hooked on them.
I no longer see him.
I knew I’d gained weight over the past year, but I didn’t realize how bad it was until today.
I have NO jeans that fit. NONE.
So, in addition to getting used to new medication (which has “weight loss” as a side effect), I’m starting regular pilates and keeping a food diary.
Me turning into an overweight blob is not an option. I will not let medication destroy me.
I’m at the odd convergence of furious and determined. That’s where some of my best work comes from.