Fighting PCOS Naturally

Today I got the news I had been expecting/dreading for the last few weeks. My bosses want me to start working more hours, and getting in earlier. I completely understand where they are coming from. I need to be more dependable. I partially blame my medications. When I take them at night, they make me sleep like a rock. To the point that a dozen alarms don't help at all. I have decided to take my meds much earlier at night to see if that helps. I figure it will. I've been staying up late so I can spend time with Hubs, but it's causing issues with work. If I start working earlier in the day, I'll have more time in the evenings with him. So if I have to spend a few nights without his company, so be it. It's what is best for us right now, and sometimes we have to make sacrifices. I have also enlisted the help of some friends to blow up my phone in the mornings. I'm going to find the most annoying ringtone I can and set it for these friends. So we'll see in t

I need to talk about weight a little. I got on the scale today because I knew I had gained weight. There's no way I hadn't, considering the number of donuts consumed in the last month or two. When the really good ones are only 50 cents a piece and you have no self control, it's hard not to be surprised. My lowest weight in the last year was 225. I'm back up to 242, and I almost started crying. But yesterday I put on one of my favorite shirts, straight out of the dryer, and realized it has never fit me so loosely. Hubs said he's been trying to tell me I've lost inches. Apparently when we got together, he could barely touch his fingers together during a hug - I know how that feels because I couldn't feel my fingers when I hugged my ex. He said that now he can almost interlace his fingers during a hug. It made me feel really good. So, screw the scale. I'm going to focus on measurements instead. My new best friend Kat is doing that too. She already threw h

I've only written this post a million times, but my computer keeps crashing, and since I write it all in notepad, I lose it. But every time I write it, it comes out a little different. I want to write about soul mates. I know that may seem a little cheesy, but it's my blog, so I can write about whatever I want :) When I got married the first time, I didn't really know what I was in for. We had lived together for a little while, and it had worked, so I assumed that it would stay that way. But we hadn't gone through too many issues yet. We hadn't lived on our own with no money. When we got married, I had this great little apartment, and he had a good job. But we decided to move back to Texas so he could spend time with his son. And from there, things went haywire. He lost a job because he stole money, had his child taken away because he refused to help with housework or potty-train the dog. After 1.5 years married, I realized that things weren't going to cha