So, I've obviously been really bad at updating. It's been almost two weeks (12 days, to be exact) since I posted anything at all. Whoops. I've been somewhat of a slug lately, family drama and stress has rendered me pretty much nonfunctional. Which is lame. I contacted my doc and she gave me the go ahead to up my antidepressant, and it seems to be helping thus far. I'm pretty cracked out while I'm adjusting, but at least I'm able to move around and do things. Before, I'd been getting up, going through the motions at work, and then coming home and basically staring at the wall until Tyler made me go to bed.

The good thing in all of this (I suppose), is I haven't been eating much. Again, when I do, it's been absolute crap, but I've still maintained my weight from 12 days ago. I'm at 219.8 as of this morning, so I technically put on .2 lbs, but I'm not going to wig out over that. I haven't been exercising at all, so it's pretty impressive that I haven't wavered much.

I'm going to try to start p90x again this week, but I'll have to see how that goes. I've pretty much lost any enthusiasm for it as my stress levels are increasing. I know it would be an amazing stress release to expend that much energy, but again, I've just been barely functioning outside of going through the motions, so I'll probably have to start slow again. That's frustrating, but in a way, I'm apathetic right now. It goes back to my list of things that are preventing me from reaching my weight loss goals - depression and negative self talk. I had hoped to be down to 205 by this time on my original goal timeline, and I'm 14lbs off. I need to get on my game, damnit!