I saw my psychiatrist today. I complained a bit about my recent weight gain, truthfully saying my concern is mostly fear of getting diabetes type 2. She initially suggested eating more fruit and veggies, but I almost had to laugh. The average Czech eats very few. I, on the other hand, eat tons. I probably eat two to three servings of fruit each day and five to eight servings of vegetables. Most all without added fat, or very little. My issue is more not being physically active enough and eating a bit too much of others things, too. Especially sweet stuff! She then suggested I see a dietitian. I have in the past, with success, but the problem is it's hard enough to even find an English-speaking GP or dentist, let alone dietitian. I then attempted to convince her to lower my Seroquel a little bit. She wouldn't. She said that she'd consider very small reductions after five to six more months of stable moods. [And more time passes after my father's and brother's deaths, and the inheritance stuff.] I think I will get to that point, but that's a half year away!

I really should work harder to watch my diet and exercise. I know I can do it, when the stars are aligned right, but are they? In any case, I have been getting outside more. Even Hubby joined me for a walk today.