Roid Rage

I know what you're thinking. Housewife, why are you pretending like you're the Barry Bonds of housewives? Well, here you go. I got a call from the nurse at my doctor's office after some routine blood work and it was discovered my thyroid is a little hypo; as in hypothyroidism. Lovely. I have an under-active gland issue. So what do I have to show for that you might ask? Hormone pills. Just what every woman wants, something that changes her hormone levels. Husbands run for the hills and don't look back. I told Turtle to just watch out because I could either be a puddle of tears or a raging bitch. He's hoping more tears and less bitch, obvi.

Less of this:

More like this:

So far things have been going well. (Pretend the Fairy Godmother is my pill bottle....transforming me into happiness and sparkles of energy.) The diagnosis makes sense now that I look back at the symptoms and some things I have been experiencing like daily fatigue and major cold sensitivity. The bad part is you have to take meds for the rest of your life and sometimes there is some trial and error to getting your dosage at the most appropriate level. I'm most excited for my energy levels to return. I've been having some horrible work outs and running even 4 miles feels extremely difficult. The other potential benefit of these pills is that they supposedly "increase" your metabolism. It can be difficult for hypo-thyroid people to lose weight. So maybe it will get these few stupid Holiday/twizzler bite addict pounds off, especially since I don't seem to have the energy level to get more done at the gym right now.

If you need me I'll be taking my white girl pills, eating twizzlers anyway and sewing instead of going to the gym (or cleaning my house).

The Housewife