Two weeks on metformin and I can't stop crying
The first four days were hellish.
Day 5 I got up and weeded the whole garden. Didn't have to guilt trip myself into it because I was so exhausted I just wanted to stay in bed. I just saw that it needed to be done and then did it.
Day 7 I got more done at work than I had the entire previous week.
Day 8 I realized I hadn't even thought about coffee (a lifelong, 3 cups a day habit since I was 15) all morning. I didn't feel tired.
What's making me cry is that for the last few days I haven't thought about food until I'm hungry.
It used to be constant for me. I would finish eating lunch and immediately start thinking about dinner. I never felt satisfied, even if my stomach physically hurt from eating so much. Restaurants made me anxious because the thought of missing out on the best dish on the menu upset me. I craved sugar constantly. Calorie deficits made me feel crazy, like I was starving to death.
All of that noise is just... gone?
Which means I've spent the last 30 years hating myself for something that a few pills a day could have fixed. And the last 10 years asking doctors to prescribe it, but being told I don't need it and should just eat fewer calories.
I cannot believe the amount of time and energy I wasted trying to overcome something that was so easy to fix.