I was going to blog about something profound...and I just rememberd it!
I think my brain is having a memory dump. All this week tiny, stupid things are bringing back memories of all kinds of crap. Ocean City, MD. Bible conferences of the past. My old Teen magazines. It's like I'm getting little glimpses of them as my brain throws them away. (Case in point, I can't remember the flash-backs from ealier this week.)
My blood tests all came back normal. I'm officially a medical mystery. Chris goes back to work on Monday, so I think I'll make another appointment and say, "Listen, I need to know why my girl parts don't work. I'm going to be 29 in May! Time is running out!"
My sister is trying to organize a protest of sorts at our local circus that comes around every year (they still have animals). There was an event created for it on facebook and....well, all I can say is that my faith in the collective intellegence of human kind is failing. Retards are on the event saying, "Don't protest the Shriners! They help kids with cancer!". Hey, dumb asses, we're against the circus, hence the "Circus" part of the event. Ugh, so just a bunch of dumb arguments errupted and people leaving retarded comments......maybe they should perform in the circus instead of the animals. That would make a statement, eh?
People are stupid.
I've had a blog since September 2001. I'm a former nail tech, current un-published author, and mother to five children: three in heaven, two on earth. This is where I come to write about whatever's on my mind.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Stuck
Since I've "lost" the initial 15 pounds of this weight-loss challenge, I haven't lost any more. I tried to incorporate jogging into my treadmill workouts, but my lower legs get tired too easily (I later came to realize these are called "shin splints"? and happen because my feet are flat). I did belly dancing last night and remembered why I tried to give the DVD away the first time.
I've been reading through the message boards on MyFitnessPal.com and taking a look at what other girls with PCOS (which is still undetermined if I have it or not) are doing about getting stuck in their weight loss. Some suggest cinnamon, others chromium. A few suggested Vitex; it's a supplement that stimulates progestin...progesterone? I can never remember what that hormone is. I had my parents pick me up a bottle and this is my second day taking it.
I was going to do yoga or something tonight, but as the day goes on, my leg bones hurt more and more. It came on suddenly. I just popped three ibuprofen; I really do not want to move my legs at all. I'm also cramping, but I can't tell if it's the Vitex working or if I'm just going to have to poop later. =\
A theory one girl on the message boards had for my leg tireness and shin splints was my shoes. I do need new shoes, but I know I'll never have the money to buy them. I don't even have money to pay bills most of the time.
Went to a new gyno the other day and they did some blood tests. I'm hoping they get back to me pretty soon with some kind of answers. Whether it's just putting me back on Metformin or what, I need to get a move on. We were looking up this fertility clinic near us today at work and 35 is the magic number. They pretty much want you to use donor eggs after 35. So I have 6 years to try and pop out however many kids Chris and I want.
I've been reading through the message boards on MyFitnessPal.com and taking a look at what other girls with PCOS (which is still undetermined if I have it or not) are doing about getting stuck in their weight loss. Some suggest cinnamon, others chromium. A few suggested Vitex; it's a supplement that stimulates progestin...progesterone? I can never remember what that hormone is. I had my parents pick me up a bottle and this is my second day taking it.
I was going to do yoga or something tonight, but as the day goes on, my leg bones hurt more and more. It came on suddenly. I just popped three ibuprofen; I really do not want to move my legs at all. I'm also cramping, but I can't tell if it's the Vitex working or if I'm just going to have to poop later. =\
A theory one girl on the message boards had for my leg tireness and shin splints was my shoes. I do need new shoes, but I know I'll never have the money to buy them. I don't even have money to pay bills most of the time.
Went to a new gyno the other day and they did some blood tests. I'm hoping they get back to me pretty soon with some kind of answers. Whether it's just putting me back on Metformin or what, I need to get a move on. We were looking up this fertility clinic near us today at work and 35 is the magic number. They pretty much want you to use donor eggs after 35. So I have 6 years to try and pop out however many kids Chris and I want.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Down "15 pounds"...we'll see
Down 15 pounds since the weigh in. I think I'm losing fat on my ribs...or someplace else stupid like that. No, my measurments (hip and waist) went down an inch. I was going to rest today, but it is sooooo freakin' nice out. I'm going to walk with Mom, Chassity, and Damian.
Still working on my "Adrienne" story, getting it ready to send to publishers. I need to get it done and start on my newest one. Between that, painting my nails, exercise, and playing Star Wars I am running out of hours in the day.
I painted my nails last night while I watched Grimm on the DVR. Shortly thereafter, I went upstairs to wash my face. After I dried my face and hands, I noticed my right thumb and pointer finger nails were messed up. I could not for the life of me figure out waht happened. Then I remembered I had a really annoying itch on my side and I must've scratched the hell out of it...and my nail polish. So I had to go back downstairs and take it all off. It was easier to do that than to repaint the two nails. I really wanted to get into bed. I need new nail supplies anyway. Low on cotton balls, remover, base coat, and top coat. They'll have to wait for another check or two, though.
My derm appointment is the 23rd. Thankfully, my fingers are still weird. I have a gyno appointment on Thursday =O. Man, I hate those. Hopefully this one will be able to figure out what's wrong with me. If I really have PCOS or not...and not just throw me on the Pill.
Still working on my "Adrienne" story, getting it ready to send to publishers. I need to get it done and start on my newest one. Between that, painting my nails, exercise, and playing Star Wars I am running out of hours in the day.
I painted my nails last night while I watched Grimm on the DVR. Shortly thereafter, I went upstairs to wash my face. After I dried my face and hands, I noticed my right thumb and pointer finger nails were messed up. I could not for the life of me figure out waht happened. Then I remembered I had a really annoying itch on my side and I must've scratched the hell out of it...and my nail polish. So I had to go back downstairs and take it all off. It was easier to do that than to repaint the two nails. I really wanted to get into bed. I need new nail supplies anyway. Low on cotton balls, remover, base coat, and top coat. They'll have to wait for another check or two, though.
My derm appointment is the 23rd. Thankfully, my fingers are still weird. I have a gyno appointment on Thursday =O. Man, I hate those. Hopefully this one will be able to figure out what's wrong with me. If I really have PCOS or not...and not just throw me on the Pill.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Snore
I'm not sure if this is a bad sign, but I'm working on putting chapters and such in my second book to get it ready to send to publishers and I cannot keep my eyes open. It is so slow at work today; I can't say that aloud, though. I'll jynx it. Anyway, hopefully it's not my story putting me to sleep, and even if it is, it's probably because I already know what happens.
My subscription to Writer's Market's website ran out so I'm just going off the list of publishers I sent my other book to, plus any that I happen to stumble on that I think my work would fit in well with. (<--I just ended a sentence with a preposition! Ha ha, remember that ongoing joke through Beavis and Butthead Do America?)
A coworker asked how much weight I was losing. If we're all going by the scale the Employee Health lady used, compared to my scale at home, I've lost 13 lbs. I think that's total BS, but whatever. I've asked other ladies. They're scales at home compared to the EH scale are pretty close- 1-3 pound differences. Not 13 like mine. So maybe I am losing weight? The coworker said she noticed. I haven't really. Maybe in my butt; of course, the place I didn't really want to lose weight.
My subscription to Writer's Market's website ran out so I'm just going off the list of publishers I sent my other book to, plus any that I happen to stumble on that I think my work would fit in well with. (<--I just ended a sentence with a preposition! Ha ha, remember that ongoing joke through Beavis and Butthead Do America?)
A coworker asked how much weight I was losing. If we're all going by the scale the Employee Health lady used, compared to my scale at home, I've lost 13 lbs. I think that's total BS, but whatever. I've asked other ladies. They're scales at home compared to the EH scale are pretty close- 1-3 pound differences. Not 13 like mine. So maybe I am losing weight? The coworker said she noticed. I haven't really. Maybe in my butt; of course, the place I didn't really want to lose weight.
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Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Hungry Mary is hungry!
This is a bad day diet-wise. I am so hungry. My head hurts. I want a box of Tastey Kakes and a bottle of Mountain Dew. I'd even settle for a bottle of Pepsi Max! But I have no money to buy any of the above. I was doing sooo good, too! These past couple days I was alright. Why am I so hungry now? Tonight'ss not even my night to workout, so if I somehow did binge out, I'd go way over my calorie limit. I know I'm over my fiber limit today! Look out!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Q: Easy way to weight loss?
A: Have no money for food!
So, as soon as our landlord cashes the rent check, we will have -$3. Yes, that's a minus sign in front of the dollar sign. We have half a box of stale cereal, probably a quarter gallon of milk left, less than a loaf of bread, less than a dozen eggs, and one thing of soup for me to take to work for lunch. I think there might be six packets of oatmeal up in the cupboard. Hooray. =| I get paid on Friday. We just have to make it till then.
Mom and dad already paid our electric bill. I hate to ask them for help again, but I'm not sure we're going to make it. Even when I do get paid, I pay the car payment with this check. That's about half of it- gone. I think the cell phone is due and Dish, but they can go for a little bit. Hopefully Chris will get called back to work soon.
So, as soon as our landlord cashes the rent check, we will have -$3. Yes, that's a minus sign in front of the dollar sign. We have half a box of stale cereal, probably a quarter gallon of milk left, less than a loaf of bread, less than a dozen eggs, and one thing of soup for me to take to work for lunch. I think there might be six packets of oatmeal up in the cupboard. Hooray. =| I get paid on Friday. We just have to make it till then.
Mom and dad already paid our electric bill. I hate to ask them for help again, but I'm not sure we're going to make it. Even when I do get paid, I pay the car payment with this check. That's about half of it- gone. I think the cell phone is due and Dish, but they can go for a little bit. Hopefully Chris will get called back to work soon.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Super-duper
I'm getting my blood pressure headache again. BLAH. It's only off and on; I had a nurse here at work check my BP and it was only 130/80-something so not too bad. I'll have to get out my home one and keep track again. I haven't even had caffeine since a few days ago, so it's not that. Ehh, maybe it's the Chicken/Hamburger helper we've been eating every night..? That's probably loaded with sodium. And isn't exercise supposed to raise your blood pressure? Seems kinda counter productive.
I think I have a tumor. A fatness tumor. It won't let me lose weight. I've cut out sugared pop almost completely this past month and I weighed more at our weigh-in for the challenge than I did at the doctor's when I went in for my BP problem. That doesn't make sense. If I could give my fat the middle finger, I would.
Constantly.
I think I have a tumor. A fatness tumor. It won't let me lose weight. I've cut out sugared pop almost completely this past month and I weighed more at our weigh-in for the challenge than I did at the doctor's when I went in for my BP problem. That doesn't make sense. If I could give my fat the middle finger, I would.
Constantly.
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