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The Diaries of a Fat ChickSin dolor. Sin problemas. Sin temor. October 12 Typical ConversationMe: I had a really weird dream last night.
Ben: Oh?
Me: I dreamt I was being chased by a giant monkey. I had to hide from it in a building.
Ben: Hmm. You were talking in your sleep last night.
Me: I was? What did I say?
Ben: Oh my God.
Me: That must have been when the monkey opened the door. April 05 ThursdayTomorrow I have the day off from work. And I will spend that glorious day off picking up the roughly 25lbs of dog shit in my back yard, weeding my flower beds, sweeping the deck and mowing the lawn. Mowing the fucking lawn. In April.
Sometimes I hate living in BC. March 30 Yay!So at about 11 this morning, I made an unpleasant discovery. Due to circumstances out of my control, I would not be able to weigh in tomorrow morning before work at the clinic like I thought. That left me with two choices, skip weigh in or go today at noon.
I considered my choices carefully. If I skipped this week, that would mean I've actually skipped two weeks in a row (I didn't make it to last week's weigh-in due to a little thing I like to call - my birthday; i.e. - the greatest day known to man) which I'm not comfortable with. I'm struggling as it is and I didn't want to make it easier for me to just eat what I want to. I was talking with my friend Chris last night and he said something interesting about how this was probably the toughest time for me because I'm smack dab in the middle. Which makes it very boring indeed. At the beginning it was excitement and fun because I was losing weight and looking good and at the end, it'll be excitement and fun because I'll be so close to my goal. But right now? Boring. Boring as hell and hard to stick to. I'm tired of eating well and making time for exercising. It sucks in fact! But I'm sticking with it and trying to remember that the middle will soon be past and I'll be heading for that end. Yay end! Anyhoo, the whole point was that I didn't want to skip again, I needed to go to weigh in to keep me honest.
Which leads us to option two - weigh in today at noon. By 11 am this morning I had already had two glasses of water, one Starbucks non-fat latte and one celebratory co-worker's pretend birthday cupcake. A cupcake people. With icing. And sprinkles. SPRINKLES! And did I also mention that I'm wearing cords and a really big belt? *sigh*
I stepped on the scale at noon and prepared to see the number rise. However, despite my cords, the belt, two glasses of water, one Starbucks non-fat latte and one pretend birthday cupcake with icing and sprinkles I STILL lost 3lbs. Woo!!
Thanks to the 10lbs I had gained over the last two months, that now leaves me only 7lbs away from being at 100lbs lost again.
I? Am freaking awesome.
March 07 Not feeling the blogging loveI say I'm not feeling the blogging love but in reality it's just been super busy and I haven't had the time to blog. It'll probably continue on this way for the next couple of months so for the 7 people who read this blog from time to time - sorry! It will get better, I promise.
February 15 How the dishwasher made my hand go numb...Or alternatively titled: "Stupid freaking dishwasher - I hope you rot in dishwasher hell!"
Our dishwasher is broken; but still useable. It's only a "little" broken in that whenever we turn it on, the damn thing leaks all over the kitchen floor. But not every time. Oh no, this dishwasher is too sneaky of a dishwasher for that sort of nonsense. For months at a time it'll lull you into a false sense of security by not leaking.
Then, one evening you turn the dishwasher on just before you go to bed so that your coffee cup will be clean and you'll get that sweet, sweet caffeine you so desperately need in order to properly function at work and in the morning you wake up to find a small lake on your kitchen floor. (What's really sad about this is that Ben didn't even realize it was the dishwasher turning on us again; he thought Cassie the bulldog was just really drooly in the night. You know you're a bulldog owner when....)
Because I am cheap I refuse to have the dishwasher fixed or purchase a new one when a strategically placed towel easily prevents a small flood in the kitchen, and other than this small leakage problem - the dishwasher works just fine. Besides, she's an older model and based on my family's history of bladder control problems (I'm looking at you Grandma!), there's a distinctively good chance that when I'm older I'm going to leak too and you can be damn sure I won't be allowing Ben to replace me with a newer, non-leaking model.
One thing I should mention is that I? Am a terrible housekeeper. When the mumsi entity was visiting last year, while I can't verify this for sure, I'm 98% positive that every time we used the dishwasher, she would wash the dishwasher leak stopping towel afterwards, dry it, fold it and place it neatly back up against the bottom of the dishwasher.
Me? Not so much. You can guess what happens when a wet towel sits on the kitchen floor against the dishwasher for any length of time. Mmm...mildew. And people, I hate the smell of mildew. The smell of mildew personally offends me. And last night when I got home from the vet clinic and walked into the kitchen I could smell mildew. I immediately started the washing machine and tossed the wet mildewy towel in for a good cleaning.
A little background information about my wrist - Last year I went to physio for a few months because of the pain in my right hand. I just assumed it was a typing/secretaril related injury but it turns out that one of the bones in my wrist is longer than the other, which is why my wrist has clicked and popped my entire life (Pam, my physiotherapist actually shudders when I turn my wrist and it pops. Hee!). She made me a custom fitting brace for my wrist which I wear (sexy!) when I'm typing or crocheting and knitting. I stopped going to Physio because 1) I was lazy and 2) it was expensive. Unfortunately last weekend I overdid on a craft project (I'll tell you about that another time) and my wrist ended up fairly tender and sore.
Last night I went to open the dryer door to put the freshly cleaned and much better smelling dishwasher towel in and as I performed this mundane task a noise came from my wrist that can only be described as "Pop", a moment of excruciating pain and then every finger on my hand went numb.
Me: Oh that can't be good.
Ben: What was that babe?
Me: I hurt my wrist.
Ben: *wanders into the laundry area* You okay? Me: It's bad baby, real bad.
Ben: How bad? Are we talking amputation?
Me: Ha, ha jackass. My fingers have gone numb.
Ben: Guess you'd better go see Dr. C huh?
Me: Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Ben: sigh
Thankfully the feeling came back to my fingers and my hand and wrist aren't even particularly sore unless I try to you know - use them. |
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