Nothing to say today, really, but since it's been a week I thought I should probably at least
post something. Everything's fine, I'm mostly managed to convince myself that there's
nothing actually wrong with me, and I've mostly been successful.
I've had a couple of conversations with other people who've been on the Atkins diet, and
they said that while they hadn't had exactly the same problems I've had, they've had
enough similar ones that my theory seems to make sense. I've pretty radically changed my
diet, even without the weight loss (nearly 30 pounds at this point, since July), so it makes
sense that at my age (nearly 50, and already fairly screwed up, hormone-wise), it would have
some effect. The fact that I didn't anticipate it doesn't change the reality.
Oh, and one of the people I talked to said she'd experienced what she termed "brain fog"
when all this was going on, and it was like a lightbulb going on above my head. For the
past few weeks I've been feeling very spacy, very, I don't know--"disconnected," maybe.
Finding it hard to concentrate, hard to get things done. More than usual, I mean. And
maybe that's all part of the same symptomology.
In any event, yesterday I started feeling almost normal again, good again, and today
I feel fine, too. So while I'm not looking forward to going back to the doctor on Monday,
I feel like at least I'm on the right track.
The woman who talked about the brain fog mentioned that she was participating in NaNoWriMo
this year, partly due to reading about my participation in it last year, and I said
yeah, I really wish I could have gotten it together to do it this year, too, but I just
couldn't wrap my brain around it . . . and then I thought: "Oh." I made about four
false starts, and finally just gave up. Now I wonder whether it was all part of the
brain fog thing, and I have to assume that it was. Or blame it on that, anyway. Everything
is inter-related.