Two months of Clomid.
Two months of eating.
Two months of not running (made worse by three weeks of really not running because of a cold and a sprain).
And the net result? Two periods and jeans that feel tight and thighs that feel flabby and the beginnings of a double chin.
So really. No actual improvement other than being slightly less anxious. Which is of dubious benefit.
I need a pep talk. Before I start wallowing in a pity party.