so, i'm awake. i've got wash washing, wash drying, dishes in the dishwasher and giggledog is sitting on the floor licking my leg. it's quarter after 2 in the morning.
what's been up?
well... i'm a little late saying "rabbit, rabbit" aren't i?
also, right now, even though I'm awake, I don't feel I've got the energy to rehash the Michael B.S. that went on (I may copy and paste crap from my facebook profile in the next day or so regarding this)
Gigglemom went into the hospital 2 weeks ago with giant swollen purple legs... edema... mixed with a skin infection.
The swelling and discolouration went down and last Friday we moved her to a rehab. (it never gets old for me when i say "my mom's in rehab")
She was doing okay the first couple of days then on Sunday or Monday she stood up and she felt and heard a crumbling in her back. They took x-rays and as it turns out, she has compression fractures in her spine. not good.
so they've got her likkered up on Vicodin and muscle relaxants. I actually haven't seen her since Monday because I wound up getting a cold or whathaveyou and on Wednesday night at 5pm I wound up having bed spins and was completely nauseous ---- wound up getting sick for 3 hours straight --- hadn't even eaten anything either.
I've basically been sleeping, working, etc.
Except for today I went to weight watchers for my 4th weigh-in.
When I (RE)started WW on July 16th I was 227.4 pounds (yayyyyyy. blargh.)
July 23 - lost 1.8 and was 225.6
July 30 - lost 3.6 and was 222.0
Today when I weighed in I had lost 1.8 pounds and am 220.2 pounds...
THANKS EVIL STOMACH RETCHFEST!!
I must admit since starting WW again I have NOT been journaling/tracking my points... I have been conscious of what I've been eating though and have posted it on FB or whatever...
mainly the posts consist of:
"I just ate a large bucket of ice cream at Maggie Moo's"
"I just ate a vat of tortellini with vodka sauce & meatballs"
"I just ate a whole #6 Jersey Mike's sub!"
or similar versions of said posts... not too many had the word "salad" or "fruit" in them.
So... I'm going to attempt to "track" my points this week (hopefully I won't gain weight if i do this!)
Personally, I feel that since I started WW on the 16th and we kicked asinine Michael out of the house on the 18th, that the stress level shifted a bit (oh that's not to say that he wasn't a complete fuckwit for a week afterward - seriously, he was. cops were called, he threatened to slice up Phooka, etc. - as I said, I'll get into that in detail soon. I promise.)
But, the weekend of July 17-19 I held a Yard Sale and was moving the crap on and off of my lawn and working out THAT way like a freak.
then the following week GM went in the hospital and I was running and racing hither & tither and basically eating my meals at the hospital cafe and having Maggie Moo's ice cream a few times
Then last week I wound up moving ALL of my shite out of my storage unit that I've had for 6 years and my Aunt Ann generously lent me space in one of her barns for me to move that stuff into temporarily.
So last last Thursday and Friday was spent loading and unloading 7 truckloads of heavy boxes onto and off of Giggledad's pick up truck that he lent me.
THEN Friday night I had to pick GM up from the hospital and drive her to the rehab... during a tornado warning. AWESOME.
So I think I pretty much worked out a lot that way...
This week, I should probably bust my hump cleaning this godforsaken house (again.) and hopefully that'll help keep the weight loss going.
So. That's pretty much it in a nutshell as to what's going on (I promise to post the Michael Fiasco soon. I've been a bit busy... and he's not totally worth rehashing, but, I'll type it out soon for ya')
oh.... AND I've been hooked on Big Brother Live Feeds again... so that's not really helping me get any sleep.
ta-da.
