What took me so long?

I should have gone on these pills YEARS ago. Seriously. Wellbutrin is a wonder drug. My appetite… gone, along with my constant, nagging, obsessive thoughts of food and eating and what and when I’m going to eat next. Food tastes just as good as ever, but I don’t crave specific things. I used to get ideas of specific foods in my head and fixate on them for days until I’d give in and buy them or make them at home. This magic little pill has gotten rid of that completely- I eat because it’s the logical thing to do and I make good choices because cookies don’t sound any better than broccoli. No emotion tied to what I’m eating. It’s strange and amazing and awesome. My sex drive is through the roof. I have energy, I am happy, I have emotions but am not constantly overwhelmed with emotion- I don’t cry over everything and anything. It’s been a week and I feel extraordinary.

At this rate I’m going to get back down to the weight that I was prior to Type 1 diabetes, prior to my relationship with Dave, prior to my relationship with Shawn without very much effort at all. Give me a couple of months and I’ll be right back where I was five years ago.

Yesterday was perfect. I had the day off of work and it was in the 70s and sunny outside. I went over to Dave’s place sometime around 1. We chatted and drank coffee and talked about the meteor that Clint, Rachel, and I saw yesterday. He was so jealous. At the time of the meteor he was at home in his apartment- on the 15th floor with floor-to-ceiling windows with a completely unobstructed view of South Minneapolis. If he’d have had his blinds open he’d have had the most awesome view of it! He was floored when I showed him the video. Here’s a video with a bunch of different footage of the meteor linked together:

We laid on his sofa and watched TV, we had sex, and then we left for a sporting goods store. We bought baseball mitts and a bunch of baseballs and then headed first to his poker friend Mike’s place. After picking Mike up we drove to a park near the lakes in Uptown. We played catch for a couple of hours and then Mike and I fielded while Dave batted baseballs to us.

After enjoying our time outside Mike went home and Dave and I went back to his place. Dave showered and got ready for the night and we waited for Mike and Dave’s other poker buddy John to show up. When they both arrived we walked to Manny’s Steak House where we proceeded to indulge in champagne, oysters, wine, dry-aged fillet mignon, NY strip, and porterhouse steaks with loaded mashed potatoes, asparagus with homemade hollandaise, and from-scratch mac and cheese. We spent way too much money, but it was so worth it. And THANK YOU WELLBUTRIN- I didn’t overeat! In a place like that, this was a miracle.

We all walked back to Dave’s after dinner and I had the sudden urge to do it again, so to speak 🙂 . I said that I wanted to come up to use Dave’s bathroom, but we had to be quick because Dave had plans to meet another friend at a poker room in the suburbs. Unfortunately, John also said that he had to use the bathroom. Ugh. I couldn’t figure out a way to give Dave the hint without being obvious.

After about a half hour Dave announced that he had to get going. John put on his shoes and I shot Dave a look. "What?" he smiled and chuckled. John was standing right there, so I just smiled and said, "Oh- nothing!"

We took the elevator down. Dave got off on the 3rd floor to go to his car in the parking garage and John and I went down to the first street to go to our cars on the street. We said goodbye, John drove off. Once in my car I grabbed my phone and texted to Dave, "If you would have stuck around for just 5 minutes and waited for John to leave you would have gotten laid again. I’m just sayin’!"

Just as I put my car into drive a car pulled up behind me. The guy in the drivers seat quickly got out of his car. It was Dave 🙂 . We went back up to his apartment for 20 minutes, said our "I love you"s and then went our separate ways.

Why can’t every day be that awesome? I suppose I wouldn’t appreciate it as much if every day were like that.

I work this evening so it’s going to be along night. I bartend and am the closing manager so I likely won’t be home until sometime after two. Blaaahhhhh. I shouldn’t complain, though- I have tomorrow off again. That’s three days off total this week. I really shouldn’t complain.