Matty
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Jello, you don't have 10 pounds of fat, you sexy thing.
Your in Canada right. Could I even bring a cat across the border? Mattyrain is very dog like. She comes when you call her and will follow you all around the house. But she's super polite too. Even Reno Cool likes her....and that's saying alot. Usually I have to keep the felines corralled, but everyone is fine with her having the run of the house since she thwarted my fencing techniques.
Jello, you don't have 10 pounds of fat, you sexy thing.
Do you mind summarizing the reason why it was prescribed to you? I'm two months into my Lexapro treatment for social anxiety and it's been pretty fucking sweet up to now. I'm told it's very easy to stop too.
I weigh 165 right now. About 5 years ago I was running ~5 miles, 5 days a week. I got down to 150 pounds before I burned myself out. But I wasn't doing anything else but running so there was no muscle building. I figure if I do this thing I will probably be around 150-155 of ripped muscle in 90 days.
Mrs. X,
It's okay to be an asshole once in a while. PETA is fucked up though. Serious mental patients in that organization if you ask me.
I was on Lexapro before Cymbalta and it was the best thing that could have happened to me. But it stopped working. Apparently it happens sometimes.
For me it was kind of OCD-ish stuff, I say -ish because I wouldn't say like counting or door handle touching but the feeling like I had to do something like say clean the car, it would be like a crushing weight and repetitive thought, "have to clean the car, I was supposed to clean the car, the world isn't right because I said I was going to clean the car and I didn't clean the car". Colors were too bright, and sounds too loud. I never felt relaxed. If there was nothing to do it just made me more nervous. I also felt, I guess the word is persecuted, but that isn't really the exact word I'm looking for.
At my worst point, I'm sure triggered by helping my step father through hospice and his death, I thought that Mr. X should be with another woman because I was toxic and just bringing him down. Partially I was bringing us down because I had my crazy pants on, but I was actively scoping out girls that he might get along with. At this point I knew I needed to do something different and that's when I got on Lexapro.
When it kicked in I remember sitting by a lake and being amazed that nothing was "vibrating" and then understanding just how noisy, crazy and stressful it was inside myself.
150 lbs.? Why would anyone wanna be that scrawny?
Do you do the diet too Mrs X? I'm pretty set in my stance that I'm not going to do the diet. I eat very healthy as it is. I don't need to change my entire lifestyle at all. I take really good care of myself as it is now, and don't need to lose any weight. I understand that I will probably lose 10 pounds of hidden fat if I follow through with this, but that's going to happen with or without his diet.
So do you think the diet is crucial, or can I attain what I'm looking for while sticking to the healthy diet I already adhere to?
did Vallie felt your toes Mrs. X?
Well damn. I feel lame with my wariness of strangers. I take it that Cymbalta worked if you took it for 3 years, uh. God bless modern medicine.
Will ask my doctor about Cymbalta next time I see him. He loves to talk drugs.
Monkey is being facetious, Jello. I don't think he ever weighed that much.
She say yes, I say no.
She? I thought it was a man. I was picturing some guy from czechoslovakia feeling all the derby girls toes in the biz for the fetish, running a shop next to a porn video store in a half vacant strip small driving an econoline van, '93.