One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Did I just get Paula Abdul and DJ Scat Cat in your head?  Now we are twinners.

This hypothyroid thing is for the birds, I tells you.  For every day that is awesome and full of energy there seems to be another that is filled with shaking and anxiety and utter exhaustion.  I know it will be a long process to get the medication just right, but I feel like there is some sort of cruelty in giving me health after so, so long, and then yanking it back out. 

Example: 
Monday I eat right, go to the gym, make dinner, run errands, go to sleep happy and with patience and love for all mankind.

Tuesday I cannot keep my eyes open, to the point where I am not safe around the children.  Luckily W has a short day and I go to sleep from 3 pm until Wednesday...

...when I wake up at 5 am ready to go, craving running and weight lifting.

Hormones are no joke, y'alls.

Now go tap dance with an animated cat for me, I am sleeping until I stumble downstairs and make Kraft Dinner.