Don't tell Tom Cruise but my Happy Pills are working overtime. We are not even that far into winter in Minnesota, but the string of sunless days has already gotten to me. In fact, life here is more than just sunless, it is as though our whole landscape has sunken into a middle earth existence where it is gray, somber, dank and eerily quiet. I'm actually getting used to the cold, but the dark is another matter entirely.
Yesterday, I was talking to someone on the outside -- that's right, there are those who live here and those who do not...they live on the outside -- and I described the weather here as very much like a Dickens novel, but instead of dark Victorian brownstone in London, my Bleak House is called "Little House on the Prairie" and I'm located in rural America.
Luckily, I do have those aforementioned Happy Pills, which allow me to keep an even keel. I've been taking the little darlings for about 18 months and they have made a huge difference in my life. Previously, I cried a lot and ruminated obsessively over most everything. It really wasn't pretty. With the help of those my Happy Pills, the evil edge (as I like to call it) has fallen away. Yes, I still have my ups and downs like a normal person. However, the downs are not nearly as deep, and I can't remember the last time I cried myself to sleep. It's a good thing.
My only Happy Pill side effect that doesn't make me at all happy has been a slow, steady weight gain. I was already teetering at what I would be considered a "fat" weight for my height and body structure when I started taking my meds. Now, I've added another 15 pounds that need to come off (in addition to the previous weight). That means close to 30 pounds on my 5' 2" frame. It's a lot.
I don't even know if the Happy Pills are the root cause of my latest weight-gain. It certainly could have been the stress of packing up everything I owned, putting it in a POD and then leaving my home of 33 years to return to my tiny Midwestern hometown -- where (did I mention that) it is as dark as middle earth? It's a bitch.
However, no sense in assigning blame (this is the meds talking...I know someone is to blame). Oh wait, that someone is me.
I ate the food and now I have to take off the pounds. Thank goodness I have my Happy Pills or this would really be depressing.
*Photo courtesy of KawaiiClouds
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