I have not stepped on a scale for four months. I know that beginning treatment for Graves' with Tapazole put on an instant seven pounds (on an already overloaded frame) and another seven went on over the summer. Then I got sick of the "Graves' rage" and being extremely cranky all the time—intolerant of my boisterous five-year-old, and so on. So I began a regimen of fluoxetine, an SSRI antidepressant which really made little things seem like little things again! I love how easy-going it has made me, and so does the family.
Oh, but the weight! I dare not step on the scale to see how much has gone on since September. All I know is that my clothes don't fit. I was this large once before, back in the early nineties, after quitting smoking, and I'm afraid I've reached that high-water mark again.
Now that Christmas with its excesses has passed, I'm going to try my best to reduce back to what I was, with diet and exercise. I have a copy of Mary Shomon's The Thyroid Diet, just for tips and tricks (although it is written mainly for those who are hypothyroid). And if I do not soon see my clothes fitting better, I am going to jettison the fluoxetine and find some other way to cope with the moodiness of Graves'. Wish me luck.
