Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 194.0 lbs.

How I managed to lose weight is beyond me. Sue and Larry didn’t make it over to our house until after 7:30 last night, meaning that by the time we made it to dinner and our food arrived, it was already past Tom’s typical bedtime. And my theoretical cut-off for eating. And, as I was whipped into a ravenous state by then (despite my earlier snacks), I ordered and ate a whole bowl of French Onion Soup. And, then chili and half a tuna sandwich. I ate some of the sandwich and only bites of the fatty, cheesy chili…but still, what a high calorie and fat meal unlike those I usually allow. Not to mention that the sodium count was probably through the roof, and I went to bed with it all in my tummy, just hours later.

 New revelation! I could probably actually be skinny by now if I actually ate well!

Anyway, it was good to catch up with Sue and Larry, and we will be doing much more of this in the days to come as well. Today promises to be busy from start to late finish, but I am up early and full of good summertime energy, so am looking forward to it all. I am also surprised though that I slept ok, not just given the gut o’ crap, but because last night I started on the c-pap titration machine, and it was rather distasteful and unconfortable. First off, they dropped it off yesterday while I was at work, and Tom swears that they left no verbal instructions as to how to operate it. And it is quite different than my usual machine, so it took some doing to even figure out how to turn it on. I may have changed the pressure in the process, as I resorted to hitting random buttons before I figured it out.

Then, I noticed that the machine smelled of stale smoke…rather like a cheap motel room vacated by 100 previous smokers, may smell. Musty and cigarettey. As a staunch non smoker, I found the odor blowing through the machine and into my lungs, repulsive and disconcerting. I can’t even imagine why this would be so, but wonder as they lend it out on a weekly basis, if in fact smokers contaminated it somehow. Although this sounds odd, even to me.

Lastly, it blew too much air on/in me at first, and I felt like it was coming out my ears. Eventually I must have passed out from exhaustion and woke up ok this morning, but I am not looking forward to a whole week with this machine.

On the other hand, I will be run so ragged from our social life this next week, that I could probably sleep like a baby with two lit cigarettes straight up my nose, and not flinch. Perhaps there’s something to be said for this pace after all!