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I got a hold of my doctor today. I guess maybe her office forgot to pay their phone bill, or the phone lines were down for some reason? But either way. I did talk to her today. I told her about my two 28 day cycles, and she seemed happy about it, in her own unenthusiastic way. What was the hardest though is when I first called (it had been about 3 months since I last had) and the receptionist recognized my name (Peachey? NO!) she basically started squealing and asked if I was calling to say I was pregnant. Thanks, but no. I am not.

The main reason for my call was to ask about the Metformin dose, and unfortunately, or fortunately, whichever way you look at it, she wants me to keep going up until I get to 2000mgs per day. She said that it will help me lose weight a lot faster if I stay on track and that lowering my carb/sugar intake will help control how I'm feeling physically. Yea yea yea, I knew that. That's why I stopped taking it in the first place lol. I guess I just need to get back on track and stick to it.

Seems like that's all I'm saying on this blog lately. Get back on track, stay on track. You wouldn't think it would be hard to stay motivated when the end product will be the start to our family.. but darkness can easily swallow you up, let me tell you. At first you don't realize it, and next thing you know, you're way off course and it's just easier to keep going that way. Nothing "right" is easy, is it. Not that I didn't realize that before, but I really do now. Ah well. I'm tired of saying, here's to a new beginning. So eff that. Here's to a continuance. Here's to another shot at making the effort to do this.