Cleaning out the funk

I finally followed some of my own advice: Last night, I swallowed my pride and signed back up for the TNT (tone-n-tighten) classes I took last spring & summer. They helped me then, A LOT, so I am pretty positive that they are going to help me now.
Our first class was yesterday and I promise you, I am making very audible, involuntary groans when I stand up. Don't even ask me about walking. Picture it something like this:

It's amazing to think just some (body weight) squats, sumo squats and lunges is all it takes to get this glorious burn that is currently residing in my thighs and hips! The whole time our teacher, or Sensei as I call him, kept saying, "I bet you missed this didn't you?!" When I could actually form the words, I would respond with a gasping, "Yup!".  In all honesty, I really did. Even though I struggled to crawl out of bed this morning, I could already feel a difference in me emotionally. I know in just a few weeks all my insecurities and weakness will be stripped away, revealing a stronger Lindsay that had slinked in to the dark the past few months.

Okay, now that I'm done with all that uplifting motivational crap, I should let you know that I put a call in to my doc regarding a possible script for Metformin. I know I passed the fasting glucose level, but I'd be willing to bet the farm I might fail, or come close, to the more extended glucose test...how's that for a specific medical test name? I mean the one where I drink that nasty crap and then they check my blood sugar an hour or so later. My RE had said that if you can see some darker spots in the underarms and thigh/crotch areas, it's a sign of insulin resistance. So, for the time being, I am going to see if the Metformin can help me lose weight a bit faster, until I can get my diet under control and shed at least 20 lbs. I haven't heard back from the nurse yet, but I will surely keep you guys updated.
In other news, my trusty Nurse C, is no longer working with my OB's office. That made me pretty sad. Here's to hoping that Nurse E is just as helpful as Nurse C was. I wish I could have seen her in person and thanked for all the help she provided me. She was such a nice lady.

Well, I think that's all for now. I'm sure my past few entries have cemented the diagnosis of bi-polar disorder! I'd like to blame it on the Clomid, but I think it goes a bit deeper than that. *Side note: that's probably one of the ONLY good things about infertility, taking ridiculous drugs and being able to blame our craziness on them!* Anyways, hopefully my dieting and exercising will help snap me back in to place so I don't run all of you off! Wish me luck!
Until next time....