Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 195.3 lbs.

Darn if today isn’t weigh-in day, as given yesterdays all day munch fest, I am registering another week of weight gain. This makes it two weeks in a row that I have gained, which I believe is a first since my surgery. Admittedly this is a tad deceiving, as my average for the week is still down a smudge overall, but if I keep things up as I have been doing lately, I am on a slippery slope to rotund city.

I keep thinking that once life settles down, so will my eating habits, and I will miraculously become a bariatric queen, or something. This theory is seeming less likely as time goes by and not only am I fequently caught up in the whirlwind of life, but even when not, I am following no real plan or guidelines anymore. I am starting to forget if I even ever had one.

And now I am faced with weeks worth of leftovers, and a carb addiction from days of serious munching. Things are looking a little bleak, and I must figure out how to get a grip.

Also, the rental cpap machine is killing me, as either the humidity is set too high or it is malfuntioning, as I woke up with water dripping down my face, and lungs full of fluid. The hose is full of water and there is condensation enough to couteract a draught in a small country. Plus, the damn thing still smells of nicotine.

I will have to call the apnea company and learn what gives and how to correct it, and can’t wait to return it on Friday. I wonder how they will read my levels with any accuracy.

Also today, while writing a water themed blog, it is pouring out this morning. And hotter and more humid than hell in this house! I am glad that the rain held out for our bbq yesterday, although it threatened so bad at one point, I ensured that at least the food ran for cover by frantically pulling in all the bowls o’ crap from the outdoors and into the garage. Never mind the guests…save the food!! Also, the wind kicked up so fiercely at one point that we had to take down our canopy as it nearly collapsed on people, plus the garage window actually blew out of its track and onto my head while I was fussing over a nearby bowl of animal crackers. I let out a screech for help from the garage, and people ran from the backyard to see what the fuss was. I had been clobbered by a window, and it had landed in the bowl of crackers, scattering them all over the place. What a comical and somehow symbolic sight this was! That’ll teach me to eat crap!!

Or, perhaps not.

Stay tuned as we learn whether anything or anyone teaches me a darn thing, and whether I continue my path of symbolic and actual drowning, or learn to swim against the tide.

Or at least float. Or wear a life preserver. Or something.