(belated) Year Anniversary

According to the Dr.'s scale I'm at 166lbs.

I wish I could have gone back to a remeasure because 30 minutes later I did a poo so lethal it broke the toilet in the Thai restaurant we had dinner at. Pretty sure after that monstrosity I was at least 5lbs lighter.

No guys, seriously, lethal poo was lethal. I dashed off just when the appetizers arrived and didn't resurface until mom was finished with her meal entirely. Their toilet was apparently no match for me because holy cow I flodded that fecker like woah.

Also, apparently there is no word in Thai for plunger.

Anyway, back to the doc, according to him mom and I are now at the level playing ground that normal "skinny" people are at. If we want to reach our individual goals we'll have to kick up the exercise regime and watch our foods better.

Mom and I took that into serious consideration as we drove home. Each of us sipping on our limeaide slushies and hot chocolate and gnoshing on butterfingers/paydays respectively.

Right now I'm fighting Jansky for a slice of sargento cheddar, so I'm ending this now.

DOES NOT WANT

emo post made me feel better. I shall edit it down when I'm done typing this:

I took a swig of DayQuil and the first thought that flashed through my mind was "NOT AS TASTY AS PEPTO!"

Eugh. It burns us.

I am angry

The yoga instructor likes to say that we should, not exactly embrace it, but acknowledge and feel our anger. Do not follow it to its root, do not try analyze why you are angry, just feel angry and eventually come to terms with the fact that you are angry. Do not try to escape the emotion, do not try to lash out or justify it. Don't make excuses. Just be angry. You need to come to terms with the fact that that angry person is a part of you. You cannot get rid of that person, you have to learn to live with them.

So that's what I'm doing... and in all honesty it only makes me want to lash out even more. However, by embracing the anger and not trying to rationalize it (because we as human beings do not like feeling angry, we like and can handle the side emotions it comes with better than we can handle the anger itself) I was able to understand where my anger truly is coming from. Hormones. Nobody around me has done anything that is particularly out of character for them, and it is getting close to my "I enjoy being a girl" time of the month. Usually I get the zits pop up everywhere side effect, I very rarely get angry like this. Strangely enough not many zits this month but a whole lot of rage.

Apparently I am not worth call backs.

I am angry at stupid people at the nursing homes I work at. Do not lay someone down shortly after I say we need them for therapy. Do not bitch at me for not getting YOUR PERSON FIRST THE SECOND YOU STEP IN. There were other therapists there before you. Also, if a person is just down the hall... GET THEM YOURSELF YOU LAZY BUM. >I Do not talk about farting on residents to get a reaction out of them. That makes you a diseased maggot who does horrible things to SICK OLD PEOPLE.

I encourage everyone to stop mocking my vernacular. It is was makes me endearing. BE ENDEARED DAMNIT!

I am ashamed that I snapped at mom yesterday over hotel reservations. She didn't deserve it.

I am also frustrated and upset that my immunity system is getting some sort of turbulence. I don't know if I'm getting a cold or if it is just my allergies starting to go into overdrive. I also get heartburn by just looking at food, so I dumped whatever money I got from the garage sale on pepto.

There have been some ups to my week though, last night I caught up on season g of QI and today I got a birthday brownie from Penny! <3 I also bought T-dawg's birthday present. He's getting the first 8 volumes of Naruto (I had vol. 4-8 already, I just needed to replace 1, 2, & 3) and while at B&N I picked up some photoshop magazines. I shall invest in CS5 when my loan check comes in. :o

I find I shall probably regret this post but whatever, this is my "I AM CANDID GET OVER IT" blog.

Stage Two Day Two

So day two and I'm doing alright. I found myself wishing I could just chomp down into a sandwich or something a few times today, but managed to stay strong. I got a hunger headache around noon today and was ecstatic when I finally got home and was able to EAT SOMETHING. The headache quickly cleared and I took an hour long nap.

I also went to yoga and felt much better for it.

I weighed this afternoon, I'd lost one pound since the beginning of Sep. Poo.

Breakfast:
Yogurt (dannon fruit at the bottom)

Lunch:
6 tablespoon fulls of homemade chicken noodle soup (I accidentally put waaaaaaay too much salt in it when I was heating it up)
1/2 tablespoon of peanut butter on some whole grain club crackers
yogurt (another dannon fruit at the bottom)

Dinner:
Cup of white rice and an egg with soy sauce

Snackums:
1 yogurt (yoplait this time)
1 teaspoon peanut butter and 3 whole grain club crackers
a pinch of diced ham and cheese (mom had an omelet for dinner)
A billion gram cracker goldfish.

As far as beverages go I'm almost done with a 24oz bottle of propel and I'm still working on the rest of yesterday's powerade.

You start with crackers and end with silver jugs

A line from the audio book I'm listening to.


Anyway I'm ducking back to a Stage 2 diet. Weight loss has slowed to a painful crawl and if I'm to meet my bet with Ben I have to kick it up to the next level. Level 2 is mostly soft foods that you would introduce to an infant or would be able to eat on a mechanical soft diet. Well ground foods with mild seasonings/spices, beans, eggs, and yogurt. So far the day's gone alright... I had a pudding cup.

Today's meals were

Breakfast:
yogurt

Lunch:
yogurt
egg drop soup
crackers

Dinner:
baked tostitos
left over taco meat
beans/sour cream/cheese sauce

Snackums:
1 yogurt
1 pudding cup
an odd amount of pretzels
table spoon of peanut butter

I also managed to get down a 24oz bottle of propel and I'm suckling my way through a 32oz bottle of powerade.'


I did a stupid and took a migraine pill and instead of making me feel better it made me dizzy and weak. I just want to crawl under the covers and sleep, which is what will be happening once I finish drawing my fuzzy old man for class.

Dental Hygiene

So my electric toothbrush went out this morning. I went with mom to target to pick up Lyrissa's birthday present and a battery toothbrush (until I can find some place that sold replacement handles).

I found one that would work and went to put it in my basket when mom pointed out that the childrens' battery brushes had the same brush head and was only $6 as opposed to the adult's $21+ toothbrushes.

So I now have a Wall*E electric tooth brush.
I will never get laid.


Ever.

Well.. figured out what happens when I do milk

I get mega bloated and feel like I ate rotten sour food.
I then have the most rancid milk farts ever... and here I thought my ice cream gas was bad.

It was the most delicious hot chocolate I've ever had though. That's the last time I'm doing hot chocolate from a nice coffee place, but I shall look fondly back upon it and sigh whimsically because it will never happen again.


So I've been working full time for the past 3 weeks. I enjoy having a place to go in the morning, it's nice having a structured schedule. Killer on the social life though.

I mostly do a lot of walking up and down stairs and pushing old people to and from therapy (I don't push them up and down stairs... that'd be mean. I take the elevator when I'm with a resident). I've noticed my appetite has increased since I started doing this. I don't know if the job has a part in that or I'm just in a high food period. Clothes seem to be fitting a little better too. I also have formed a bit of an oral fixation, that might have to do with the constant munchies.


I seemed to have had a UTI for a little while, I doubt I'm fully free of it but at least I don't feel like I have to pee 24/7 and it doesn't burn like a house fire when I do go.

school pimping

I try really hard not to bring work to this blog, but my coworker's school is in some Kohl's Cares contest and they're pretty high in the running. Any vote helps.

CHUBBY CHEEKS

NOW

THEN

old picture is old, I don't even know where Hickman found this

I hate and love these dreams

I hate dreams where I have a boyfriend, because when I wake up I'm single again.
These dreams pop-up every so often, usually when I've just met a new male or have been talking to one I hadn't talked to in awhile. I don't read anything into them anymore, just a happy little dream that makes me go "damn >.< " when I wake up in the morning.

Alright, emo statement aside I'm actually doing well.

Only had two nasty headaches with this past period, which is an improvement to last month's 8.
My size 14w are getting a little loose.
My hair cut is still adorable.

Online classes are so-so. Getting a B+ in history and a C something or other in my drawing class.
My advice to anyone out there is to not take anatomy drawing classes online.

Mom had hernia surgery a few weeks ago. She's depressed that she doesn't have a flat washboard stomach. The hernia was keeping the skin around her stomach tight, and she was hoping once it was gone she'd get rid of her pudge. She was very disappointed to find she not only had pudge, but very jiggly pudge. She will cope, I think.

That is all I can think of at the moment.

Crotch Fire

This is embarrassing.

Even taking into consideration that I spend a lot of time going into detail about bowels movements, farts, and yeast infections, I think this is super special on the embarrassment scale.


So, as I've said I'm taking antibiotics. One of them is a close cousin to penicillin. I am allergic to penicillin. Doc said to work through the stomach cramps since it is only one week. He said to stop taking them if I go into anaphylactic shock or get a rash.

Well, I'd noticed a few days on the meds that my groin area was itchy. I just assumed that the antibiotic was doing something about my nasty little yeast infection that likes to pop up every so often.

It never crossed my mind that of all places on my anatomy I would get a rash ON MY CROTCH.


Fuck this noise.

Probably explains my lack of patience lately.

I update more when I have things to bitch about

Doing well. Stomach was having issues with heartburn yesterday, but that was because I A) ate tacobell and B) ran out of pepto and was unable to do my "pepto therapy." I practically nurse off that stuff now.

The worst side effect from the antibiotics is the runs, and in all honesty that's not as bad as it possibly could be (no, it is not fun, but it isn't like end of the world every second runs either).

Stomach cramps have gone down greatly too. Usually it is the night dose (because I'd eaten supper a few hours before and therefore am not totally empty) that pretends like it wants to act up. Also, my stomach gets that rebellious feel whenever I go to take my usual vitamins anymore. Hello overly paranoid stomach.

Also, happy days. I am a college student again, going for a masters. Look at me being all official.

Just fyi, I stuck to water all night. The booze is not mine. :p


I actually don't hate getting my picture taken now.

Update on stomach:
The meds sit better if I don't eat anything a few hours before hand, and it also doesn't feel quite as OMG I AM GOING TO DIE painful. Just a mild headache and gurgly intestines.

Got my hairs cut

DO I LOOK LIKE A TRENDY HIPSTER YET



Heads up on the meds:
Got 'em.
Allergic to one.
So long as I don't break out in a rash I'm to keep taking them.
I do better with them on an empty stomach, but still kinda sucks.

Side Effects worse than Disease

pearl (for UTI)
iron pill
garlic (for UTI)
prilosec ( for heart burn)
cranberry x2 (for UTI)
cirtucil
multi vitamin
clarithromycin (antibiotic for stomach ulcer)
amoxicillin and clavulanate potassium (antibiotic for stomach ulcer)



To all the people that think doing a gastric bypass surgery is the "easy way out" or a "cheat"

Fuck. You.


I'm also having some unpleasant side effects from the last two. I'm allergic to penicillin and they're very similar to it. I'm getting some stomach cramping and it feels like there's a lead brick in there.

So of course what does mom ask?

"What sounds good for supper?"

Eating Optional

So I did the call back. He's saying we should take it careful and proceed as though I've got a stomach ulcer. He's been trying to get in contact with my Walgreens to place in a prescription for some antibiotics. So far he's been having issues with them not answering their phone. If all else fails he's going to fax the information over on Monday. So until then I'm doping up on pepto and tums.

He allowed me to move up to soft and relatively "gentle" foods. I've had stuffing, mac & cheese, baked potato, apple sauce (basically the Vegetable Plate at Corner Cafe, you can pick 5 side dishes instead of doing a dinner) and alfredo with grilled chicken.

I wasn't able to eat much of any of it, got full really fast, but it has all set alright. The only thing that has given me issue is the alfredo, and mom and I are thinking it has more to do with the fact that I'm putting something in my stomach than what it is I'm putting in there.

I've also done some munchie stuff (organic oreos and pringles). Mom let me try one of her onion rings from BK and immediately set off unhappy tummy alarms.

I honestly don't know if it is because I'm now paying closer attention, but ever since I called the doc I've had more heart burn/eating issues after the whole yogurt and broth diet than I did before it.

Doctor's Note

I'm sitting in the office right now, reveling in my own little pity party.

Not so much a pity party really, just a "wtf just happened" party. My life went from being stress-free to "fml" in the span of just 30 minutes. Most if it started when a resident got agitated and started screaming, calling me a liar/bitch/bitchhole/whore (or an odd mixture of all the above), and elbowing me in the face. I also got a flare up of heart burn, from a few bites of my sandwich (roast beef with mayo, nothing else was on it) and yogurt. I am being literal when I say I managed three bites before I had to go babysit the afforementioned resident.

I mentioned this to mom and she insisted I call the doctor.

Hargroder and I went over the various things I've done that could have caused or helped my heartburn. He suggested prilosec. I informed him that I've been taking it the past week and still get heartburn. He suggest taking pepto bismol. I told him I take a swig whenever I feel it start to prickle up. He asked if it helped any and I told him it tampers it down, but still heartburn rears its head. I infromed him I don't smoke or drink alcohol and have had two sodas since surgery.

I also admitted to taking excedrin during my periods (which was recently).

Apparently two days worth of advil can help start up a stomach ulcer.

Basically, he's worried that I've managed to score myself a stomach ulcer. Right now I've been bumped back down to stage 1 diet. Broth, yogurt, saltines and gatorade for the next 48 hours. If I'm still hurting then there is an antibiotic he wants to prescribe. He also thinks I should discuss things with my regular doctor, but I really don't want to do that. I don't know what the protocol is if I do have some stomach ulcers. What new meds I'll get or what changes I'll have to make. Does it involve surgery?

I'm trying not to make this sound like an emo fml moment, because all things considered I'm doing just fine. Just.. stressed.

Acid Burn

Lately I've been having a bit of trouble with acid reflux/heart burn/ really unpleasant pain in the esophagus, chest, and stomach area.

It started a month or two ago when I went on a buffalo wing craving streak. I'd eat a few wings, get a burning, take some pepto and do alright. After a few days I began to need more and more pepto, it went from a sip, to a few solid swallows. I stopped eating hot wings and did just fine until I had spaghetti.

The red sauce was murder.

So now I'm laying off most things tomato, as well as hot wings.

I did BD's over the week, and woke up at 3 am with heart burn.
I did Chinese food last night and suffered unpleasantly for a few hours before it subsided enough to let me sleep.

I'm going to start taking prilosec before every meal again and stick with a blander diet.

Little Blue Dress

So I was going through this blog looking for previous mentionings of my "little blue dress" and was surprised to see I hadn't said anything about it.

You see, before the surgery I saw a little blue dress at the Ameristar Casino store. It was a relatively simple little number. Colbalt blue with some sequence at the top and some spaghetti straps. It went to about mid calf and had a sort of gypsy skirt. It was pretty but simple.

And I really really liked it. I knew they didn't have them in my size, I was 2x pushing 3 at the time but whenever I'd walk passed the store front and see the dress there I'd mentally say something along the lines of "Some day, Little Blue Dress... someday." In many ways that Little Blue Dress was the key factor in my decision to have the surgery. I'd almost called this blog "mylittlebluedress".

Eventually I stopped going to Ameristar as often, so I saw the dress less and less, and then the store's inventory changed to keep up with the seasons and life went on. I eventually forgot about my Little Blue Dress.

Until tonight.

Dad called me upstairs and presented me with a plastic Ameristar bag and I thought to myself "Oh great, another t-shirt" (they'd picked me up a shirt that was a size too big over the weekend and I assumed they were trying to swap it out).

It took a few seconds before I realized I was holding my Little Blue Dress. "It won't fit" were the first words out of my mouth. Mom suggested that it would probably be too big, and dad offered to take it back for the next size down. I pulled the material as far as it would give and did a mental calculation of the stretch vs. my size. "It'll be too small, it won't fit."

But guess what.

I fit in my Little Blue Dress.

Mexico day at work

Will update later.

Crotch Holes

Bought some size 16 jeans a few months ago at Saver's during some big holiday 50% off sale. Some jeans fit and some were "almost but not quite", and some were "no fucking way."

Since I seem to be going about a size a month I decided to keep 'em and see how long it took to fit. I tried on a pair last night and they fit like the proverbial glove. I was so excited that I wore 'em out today when mom and I went out on errands (we dropped off a shit load of clothes at Savers only to turn around and purchase some more). While mom and I were grabbing a bite to eat at the Samurai Chef I wedged my hand between my thighs (I always sit like this, I dunno where I picked it up) and realized that I could feel skin.

There's a freaking hole along the crotch/thigh of my "fits in all the right places" jeans.

Fuckin' A.


On the bright side I bought some jean shorts and summer shirts.

Yeah, you read that right. I have SHORTS.
Keep in mind they go to my knees, but they show off my calves.
Because my calves are NICE. I have NICE calves.
Thighs are still a little squishy, but man.. those calves.

Measurements in Scales

Gonna have to hold off on the weightloss excitement.

Ever since my scale did the 179 to 165 in 8 hours jump I've been leery of my scales sanity. I decided to step on it daily to see if it was still in the general ball park each time.

Sunday-165 (pre shower) 168 (post shower)
Monday-163
Tuesday-180


...yeah. Scale's a little confused.

Crappy Philosophy

For the longest time I would never talk about bodily functions of any kind. To me they were embarrassing necessities that should be dealt with in secret and never ever talked about in the light of day. It always grossed me out when mom or one of my friends talked about zit popping or bladder issues. To sum it up nicely, "Everybody Poops But Me."

After the surgery, this mentality was quickly bashed upon the head and thrown over the side of a bridge. I have embraced the openness of speaking about my morning bowels in what I describe as "Everybody Poops, Let's Compare."


That said, allow me to tell you about my epic poo.


I went away to Chicago for a 1 1/2 week vacation. The last week of my stay I invaded a friend's house and all was well with the world. I managed to keep from gassing them all too terribly while at the same time maintaining my usual toileting habits.

Except for the last two days, I urinated as usual, but no morning poos were had. I blame this purely on the fact that I kept forgetting to take my vitamin cocktails and therefore missed out on my fiber pills. It happens, and nature would eventually get the upper hand.

My friend rode back with me to KC (for a short 2 day vacation) and I spent a small portion of the trip concerned that we'd have to pull over by a friendly looking bush so I could take care of urgent matters but it was not necessary. I was then worried that I'd gas bomb her out the second we got home, which to my slight frustration was not the case. Also, since I hadn't weighed myself in over 2 weeks I decided to check out the scale. I weighed 179.2 (before leaving I was 179.6). Slightly disappointed that it was a bigger difference, but content that it was still a loss I thought nothing of it.

It was the morning after we arrived that I finally found relief, and as one would expect it was a pretty healthy offering and I felt WORLDS better afterward. I jumped on the scale to get another (and hopefully better) reading.

I weighed 165.5.

Damn.


I was impressed, to say the least. I took a shower, felt smug. Got back on the scale.

Weighed 168.6, which was more believable but still not bad.


Mom was jealous.

Nom nom nom

Just a visual idea of what a "really big meal" for me would look like. Was so effing miserable afterwards, but it was SO WORTH IT.




An old picture for reference, about a year old.

My day in Areyouforserious Land

Dear Readers (all two of you),
Let me tell you about my day. I usually try not to talk about stuff that isn't related to my ass and its fatness, but today has been something 'thuper 'special and I felt it needed to be shared.


Originally I was going to work today.
But on Monday I came in, got everything done, and decided to spend today getting ready for tomorrow. Dad had hernia surgery yesterday and will be spending the next week at home. That was enough incentive to go to work. I said I'd get to work at 12 so I could bring in some lunch. This was well met.

So I'm farting about in the basement when I hear the doorbell. I think "WHO COULD THAT BE IS ONLY 9." I decide that black cat jammie bottoms are not the best thing to answer the door in(and I doubted dad would be getting up to get it) so I change into a pair of relatively clean jeans. By the time I've dashed upstairs dad's standing outside talking to a uniformed police officer (Dad's in a wife beater and rather ugly Moose plaid pj pants), they nod, dad says something things and the officer looks all official then turns around and walks away. When dad realized I was standing at the top of the stairs with an "OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON THAT'S THE POPO" look on my face he assures me that it's all ok. He was "dialing a Kansas 913 number but the phone read it as 911."

Please note that he some how made it the phones fault. This is apparently "typical male behavior."

Reassured that nothing sinister was going down I retreated to the sanctity of my basement and decided to screw whatever morning stuff I had left, I was getting out of there before he did anything else stupid.

I called my mom, got lunch orders (Carol wanted breadsticks from the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut and mom and I were going to split a bean and cheese burrito), and drove my merry way to the Pizzabell. I pulled in through the drive through and place an order for said breadsticks when the lady says they haven't made any yet, but it'd only take 5 minutes. I said that was fine and I'd just go ahead and place my order inside and wait. I get in, order two things of breadsticks (because, hey, fresh breadsticks! can't resist that) and a few burritos/tacos to share. I pay, get my drinks all situated, and settle down to wait as they cook and box my order.

I watched as the lady got fresh breadsitcks out of the oven, as she cut them, and poured red saunce into little plastic cups. I watched as the young man smeared beans over tortilla shells and popped them in the oven to warm. I watched as they were getting ready to wrap it all up to go...

This is when things get strange.

The manager is over by the take out menu when she starts saying something about flipping a switch or having one of her employees tug on a wire, then she starts in on a funny smell (it's a Taco Hut.. when is there no, and starts losing her cool.

Apparnetly when the guy tugged on the cord it caused smoke to come out of one of their outlets. She then proceededs to panic, telling people to call 911. One of the ladies does so and after a few seconds of saying "smells bad and smoke is coming out" when she passes the phone over to the manager who is hyperventilating over the whole ordeal. She then announces that everyone needs to get out, and to get out now.

I am not amused. Most of my order is RIGHT THERE, just waiting to be handed to me.


No.

Everyone's running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

No food for me.

I stepped outside, because the manager looked like she was about to shit a brick and really didn't need another fussy customer to deal with (especially since she was having a hard time getting her EMPLOYEES to do what she said).

This is when I realized I just spent $11.78 on food I was never going to get. I marched my happy ass back in and reminded the lady I'd paid.

I ended up getting everything back in cash. I stopped by the manor, got new lunch orders, and drove to Back Yard Burger.

Guess what was there.

Two fire trucks and a few cop cars. They'd just come from Pizza Taco.

Nice.



EDIT:

there was a firetruck at the Chipotle we gad dinner at as well.

Of meetings and clothes

It snowed. First freaking day of spring and we get snow like you'd expect for find in February or January.

Poo.


Had another meeting today, this one was supposed to be a webinar, but apparently Dr. H couldn't get everything set up in time and conveniently forgot to tell anyone that he'd canceled it.

Nice.

But he felt bad, since we didn't get that memo and I'd called him for instructions on how to log into the webinar and we were all there so he decided to do a trial run. It turned out alright and he'll know what to do next month.

We all compared notes on things like bruising, what we're drinking (I've been drinking vitamin water instead of gatorade...so tired of gatorade), discussed the difference between the "sleeve" and "mgb", and teased the doctor for a little while. We acted like we met up at a bar instead of a Panera's and that Jackie was three sheets to the wind. His response? "Oh Lord.. I don't want to hear about it."

I'm around 179.6 (the almost but not quite out of 180 range).


Mom bought her first piece of clothing from the "normal sized people" store (not a store that cuts clothes to accommodate the curvier of customers). It was still an XL, but when compared to the big girl sizes it was about an L. She's so excited.
She's also ready to get that hernia taken care of, it's starting to bother her.

Mom's about a size above me, so whenever we go clothes shopping she picks out my stuff, since she'll be getting it soon anyway. XP

Not a lot to say otherwise.

Hairs cut

I played around with the web camera last night, I got a hair cut and felt like showing it off.

The last two weeks I've plateaued at around 183-186, I stepped on the scale this morning and was at 180. I'm not sure if I've finally gotten out of that plateau or I was just at a particular low of it, but that's about where I am weight wise.

Mom's been floating around 208-211 the last two weeks too, she's not all that pleased with it but she's not getting depressed either. We'll get over it.

Size wise I'm 16-18 depending on cut. I've gotten rid of my 20-24 jeans (kept my 26's so I can do one of those comparison things), and 22+ shirts. I can probably go through and clean out the 20's too, I haven't been wearing them. I also should look into getting new underwear. :x Mine keeps slipping.

A guy at work is giving me a look that I'm pretty sure I'd be tickled pink to get from someone who is 30 years younger than him. I told mom, she said "It's going to happen, you're getting hot."

I've also decided that it's time I get a boyfriend, if only so to have someone to eat the leftovers.

Baldie

Hair lost when I combed it after I took a shower.
Lost just as much when actually taking a shower too.


Taking vitamins with biotin, which helps with skin and hair, but still breaking out and losing strands. My face hasn't looked this bad since I was in the middle of puberty.

Chicken legs

Protein is still an issue. Not building muscle. Nothing new there, moving on.

I was told I had chicken legs today.
It all started off with a sweater I thought was a sweater but was actually a dress. I've had the damned thing for about a year now and I'm just now finally able to fit in it. I'd originally assumed it was a sweater that you were supposed to just bunch up around the waist and go on your merry way but after further examination I realized that it fell just a little short of my knees. I wore it with a pair of dark dressy jeans and received a lot of compliments and some future suggestions.

Carolyn: "That's a dress that goes with leggings, go get some leggings."
Danielle: "Some people don't have the legs for leggings."
This was when I pulled the jeans tight against my leg and showed off just how scrawny my calves really are.
Danielle: "Damn if I had legs like that I'd always be showing them off."

Who knows, maybe this summer I'll invest in a pair of shorts.

I'm officially at the hair-loss stage. That said also really need a hair cut.

Myspace fail

I fail at taking myspace pictures.

This is me as of 1/22/2010
I'm wearing size L's.

Of pooping and pounds Read at your own discretion

Pooing is very important to weightloss, it is the act of your body getting rid of.. well.. crap.

That said and done I found this to be an extreme case the other day. You see I'd had a late start yesterday morning and in my distraction I forgot to use the toilet as was morning ritual. I saw it as only a minor inconvenience and decided I'd take care of that business sometime while at work.

As I walked into the facility they announced via intercom that they were weighing the weight loss support group members and everyone should meet in the front hall. I was able to drop off my bag and dash it down the hall in time to get weighed. I weighed in at 196.6 when just the week previous I'd only weighed 195.6, and I wrote the new found pound off as "un-expelled waste weight" and carried on in my day.

I did, eventually, manage to use the restroom, and weighed myself later in the day.

I was at 193.4

That's a lot of shit right there.

Useless Spaghetti Arms

Went to the gym, did my work out and then had all my measurements taken.

I've lost around 13 inches total since last month, which is good.

According to the scale at work/home I'm still 195 lbs.


After the gym we met up with the support group at Panera and brought up the topic of mom's bruising and itching. This is apparently perfectly normal and has happened to them all. They assure her not to worry. It's something to do with iron and hormones.


A good book series to invest in is the "Eat this not That" series, it's really interesting.
Ok, I'm tired. Nap time.

Man v. Food might not have been the best choice

After having the 360 for over a year I finally broke down and bought one of those wireless gizmos that puts it online.

Why?

So I can watch Netflix in my room. :B

Which was a good thing, considering that the next day I came down with the stomach virus from hell and spent the rest of the week stretched out in bed watching stuff from Netflix's Instant Watch selection.

I started off watching episodes of Adam Richman nosh his way through 5 bowls of fire chili and while I did squirm a bit I didn't get the queasies until he was half-way through a second chili eating episode (the one where he ate like 3 lbs of chili on a cheeseburger, another 3 lbs on a plate of fries, and a big ass milk shake).

It was at that juncture that I decided to switch over to something a little less nauseating.

Dirty Jobs.

... don't judge me.


Anyway, update on mom:
Her results are in and everything is normal. As for the bruising and dry skin.. we still don't know. She's found an iron pill that is small, potent, and is slow release. She's also started taking children's gummy vitamins which seem to agree with her more.

I didn't want to be left out so I bought some kiddie vitamins of my own (superhero ones, if anyone was curious) and also picked up this new and special iron pill. So far I have found it to be more agreeable than the previous tablets. In the end it might cost more, but at least we're getting our vitamins.

As for me, I am feeling better. I went out of the house today, only got marginally tired (and grumpy) and managed to eat 3 inches of a 4 inch sandwich. So far nothing has tried to make a hasty exit.

I would just like to say I appreciate everyone's concern and well wishes, I really wasn't expecting so many people to ask how I was doing, I was touched. Thank you guys.


Weigh in:
Before sickies: 198
This morning: 194
Starting weight: 233

Stomach Virus

So just an update, I do have the stomach flu/virus.

That is what had thrown me off so much yesterday. I managed to sleep from 12pm to a little after 4pm and felt significantly better. I also haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday and it is currently 10:32 pm.

I no longer want to sick up at the thought of food, smell is still 50/50 and the sight doesn't bring me pain. According to mom I've got another day and a half before I start feeling better.

We are concerned

Mom went to the doctor's today for some tests. Her skin is abnormally dry and itchy, she's actually scratched herself raw with multiple raw scabs. Massive bruises have also started to randomly appear and they tend to linger for a very long time. She talked to Dr. H and he said it sounds like her liver isn't functioning quite right and he wanted some tests done stat.

Mom is now pressing that I also go in for some tests, since I don't seem to have any energy at all. My trainer even expressed some concern, he said I'm not doing as well as I should be as far as workout improvement. He thinks I'm not getting enough protein, which I'm pretty sure is true.



EDIT:
Just got out of the shower, I was too tired to stand and my arms to useless to shampoo my hair. I managed to drag myself out of the shower and sat on the toilet for awhile, thinking "I am freaking parched" and "but all drinks are far away."


Seriously the only thing that got me to drag my happy ass out of there was the thought of the big bottle of gatorade sitting next to my bed. I took a swig of gatorade and it feels sour in my stomach.

Maybe I'm just coming down with the stomach flu that's been going through where I work like crazy.

Just..so..lethargic.