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Weight: 241 lbs.
Hey, today was a very good day by all standards. First of all, I lost a damn pound, and maybe, just maybe, it’ll stay off this time. Of course, the fact that I ate at a buffet for lunch probably means that it won’t, but one can always hope! Plus, I didn’t eat that badly, and had no desserts whatsoever.
But, I am getting ahead of myself. As I had written yesterday, today being double-points Monday, Tom and I figured on heading to the casino to try and make out (NOT LIKE THAT – get your mind out of the gutter!). Ahem … anyway, we used only our freebies, and started by going across the border and redeeming for two free lunch buffets. While Tom ate his usual lasagna and potatoes, I had shrimp with a little cocktail sauce, a few pieces of beef out of the stew, a fillet of encrusted whitefish, some bites of eggplant something-or-other, a few bites of crab salad, and a little bit of the most heavenly cheese and potato soup. Mmmmm! But, as usual, I was quite stuffed afterwards, and dying of thirst too. But, I was “good,” and waited the requisite amount of time before drinking.
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Weight: 242 lbs. (!)
Well, my body must have a thing for 242, ’cause it’s right back to it again! I don’t know whether to be more sad about this or about the fact that we didn’t win the $325,000,000 Mega Millions drawing. Geez — I can’t catch a break! LOL! Seriously though, how really can one both lose and then regain two whole pounds in one day?! I’m sure that these fluctuations are exactly why normal people shouldn’t weight themselves every day! (Oh, and Barb, disregard my comment back to you from my recent post about having gone down 2 more lbs!)
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Weight: 240 lbs. (!)
Today I arose happy that it was Saturday, and happier still that I had finally lost some weight. I was unhappy, however, that it was raining on my garage sale day!
Nonetheless, I figured that a few sprinkles never hurt anyone, and Tom and I were out the door a little later than usual but ready for whatever hearty souls might be set up on such a crummy day. The good news was that those who were had few customers and were eager to bargain. The bad news was, we spent a lot of time driving to nonexistent sales and following signs to nowhere.
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Weight: Guess! (242 lbs. yet again).
One of my favorite tee-shirts has a picture of Daffy Duck, with his hands held high above his head, grimacing menacingly and saying: “Totally out of Control!” Unfortunately, this is how I have been feeling lately. (And the good or bad news is that I will not be able to wear this shirt much longer as it is getting frumpy and baggy on me.)
I don’t know if it’s my 48-year-old hormones, my weight loss, diet, the fact that I have begun titrating off my Paxil, or mania that is causing such a seemingly dramatic change in both my energy level and mood lately. I find myself raging over things both inconsequential and meaningful alike, and at other times feeling triumphant and untouchable as if high on uppers. I am more often restless and energized, anxious and edgy. I’m not sure whether to enjoy my new-found enthusiasm and zest, or be worried that, if unfettered, it could lead to destruction. I seriously have been fearful of whaling on people, including at places like work, and am concerned about “fantasies” that I have been entertaining that contain graphic visions of letting loose with torrents of opinion and rage.
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Weight: Still 242 lbs.
I am exhilarated by how well my appointment went today, and can’t wait to tell everyone! First of all, Tom picked me up from work at 1:00 and we ate a quick lunch at guess where (again!), and I ate a few bowls of hearty, chickeny and vegetably soup, a salad, and a few bites of tuna sandwich, causing me to weigh 3.9 lbs more at the doctor’s than at home! (Well, my shoes and pants were probably part of the equation too).
Anyway, we arrived early, and the nice, “new” woman at the front desk handed me some forms to complete, stating that when I was done, “D” would take me back and review the forms with me. Ack! My immediate reaction was anxiety, and I whispered to Tom that it seemed as if we were finally going to meet “D.” Most of all, I worried how she would be, as I was sure that she was already aware that we were the dreaded couple that she has argued with in the past.
Continue reading “Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde…?”
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Weight: 242 lbs.
Despite the fact that I barely ate yesterday, I remain at a dead stall weight-wise. I realize that I also must not have gotten in either enough protein or water, and basically didn’t feel well enough either emotionally or physically to care about any of it.
Fortunately, today is a new day and, despite a throbbing and lingering headache, I am mostly feeling and doing better. Tom and I talked out our “issues” last night and readily moved on. I had wierd, funky, stress-related dreams all night that lingered as if real, all day, and could barely peel myself out of bed in the morning, but otherwise I am moving on in a better way.
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Weight: 242 lbs.
Today I rushed home from a long and stressful day at work, with my boss in tow, to greet what I thought was going to be the immediate arrival of a woman who works where I do, coming to buy our futon. I arrived home frantic and anxious, just minutes before they were due to arrive, only for them to call to say that they hadn’t even left home yet and wondered if they could come later in the evening. When I explained that I had asked my boss to come help, and that “NO,” they needed to come now, they said they’d be right over. They showed up forty-five stressful minutes later and at the tail end of the time Kevin had available to help. And with the heavy-duty futon still in the basement and the frame not yet fully dismantled — and with me in a period-induced, hunger-activated frenzy of anxiety and stress.
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Weight: 242 lbs.
At the risk of having this sound like a gambling rather than a WLS blog, I must make reference to another “double points day” at the casino. Although I woke up rather dreading the ordeal of spending time traveling to and from two casinos to cash in on freebies and vouchers, how really can one resist “free” money?
So, first we drove across the border to redeem vouchers for $28 (me) and $15 (Tom) plus a whole toilet-wipies box full of assorted Canadian change that has been hanging around unused forever. All told, this amounted to $92 American — plus the heartache of walking past other people’s winning machines to the exit, without passing “Go.”
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Weight: 243 lbs.
Let’s see…I’m bloated and swollen, grumpier than usual, my back and head hurt, I’m anxious and irritable (even more than typically), and have had trouble sleeping the last few nights. And I’ve gained weight, albeit having eaten more (but still probably not enough to have gained a pound).
Hmmmm…. If this were Jeopardy, the answer wouldn’t be rocket science for a woman: “I’ll take menstruation, for $100, Alex.” “What is: you got your period?” Woo hoo!
Blechhh … I feel like crap. But, I feel like skinnier crap, with more energy than fat crap, so I still managed to clean out the garage, do four loads of laundry, sort and put away all our garage sale finds, clean the bathroom, and stay awake!
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Weight: 242.5 lbs.
Today was a Groundhog Day repeat of a recent Saturday, maybe even last, in which I was stupid enough to get so hungry and thirsty while marathon garage-sale-ing, that I then overate and drank at a pizza buffet soon after.
Once again, I had mistakenly believed that the 24-ounce decaf I brought along would sustain me for what turned out to be five hours of schlubbing through town and buying people’s castoffs. Unfortunately, the coffee lasted only about three hours, leaving me dehydrated and starving yet too dumb and determined to fit in more sales to stop anywhere for a drink or a bite. Plus, Tom and I were on a great roll, and I hated to break the momentum.
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