160.9

I finally faced the scale this morning. And instead of the 5+ pounds I'd expected to have gained, I'm only one up from where I was 2 months ago when all my difficulties began. Holy shit. I am ridiculously happy despite the fact that this number is still high compared to where I want to be.

I feel like the meds are really kicking in now, restricting has become effortless again. The only major side effect I've noticed is that I'm having crazy vivid dreams at night. But I'm not feeling ragey or super depressed at work anymore, and that's such a huge difference. I will take all the weird, fucked up dreams in the world to not feel like I want to commit bodily injury on people or eat everything in sight.

Now I just need to find a way to phrase my success to my doctors and therapist so they'll allow me to continue taking it and not switch me to something else that will make me gain weight again.