Oh oatmeal, you are so evil.

Small non update.

So the culprit here is most definitely the oatmeal. On Monday morning, after a weekend of eggs, bacon and turkey sausage breakfasts I was down to 287. This morning, after two mornings of oatmeal breakfasts (we were out of eggs), I rocketed back up to 291. OH HELL NO! So naturally, I had an egg breakfast. Although eggs day in and day out get tiring, a pound a day is simply not worth the oatmeal.

On another note, I was doing some more research about my PCOS and there is a drug out there called Metformin, I think Glucophage (sp?) is the generic version. For those of us that are insulin resistant, this supposedly can help balance out the insulin and, if you're one of the lucky ones, once the insulin is balanced out the weight just starts falling off. I read somewhere that this can take a year to balance out though. I guess it doesn't matter. If I keep following a low-carbish diet and take the drug in conjunction, the weight will fall off either way. I will be making an appointment next week with my doctor.

The other downside of the drug is that you have to be very careful drinking on it. Now I've cut my wine consumption waaaaay down. Last night I poured myself a second glass of pinot noir while watching "Mad Men" in bed and it's still sitting on my bedside table. I may or may not come home to a drunk cat.

Now I don't mind drinking less, but what I do mind is that if I am going to drink I have to plan for it. For example, if I want a glass or two of wine on Wednesday, I need to stop the medication Monday and Tuesday so as not to get ill when I drink. This sort of sucks, because I don't know what day of the week I will want wine, I usually decide around noon depending on how shitty the day has been.

But then again, what do I want more? Occasional, spontaneous drinking or normal insulin levels and a smokin' hot body? Do I want the variation of oatmeal every day or a new, smaller wardrobe?

These are life's big questions.