Okay, so I finished my two weeks of
starving my cleaning diet. The timing was a little poor because at the end I was changing meds (weening off one to NONE then onto a new one right away). I did loose 10 pounds. I know what you're thinking, water weight, a big sneeze, but it was the phychology of it, just getting that jump start and I do feel better. Turns out the new meds are killing my appetite. Anyway, the new meds put me on a complete roller coaster ride nearing breakdown. By breakdown I mean crying when a woman can't find the toilet paper in Target. It was bad. In the meantime, hubby was so worried that he called in the big guns. He surprised me by making a plane ticket for my middle son, Justin, to come for a visit this weekend. Can you just imagine how long that crying jag lasted?