I've broken the 170lbs mark. And I'm now feeling in control of my food intake. Granted I still have a small "max capacity" but I can choose what I'm eating again. My energy is back at least to what it used to be, and the weight loss is still about 2lbs a week ( Read more... )

Today I weighed in at 174.6 lbs - below my first "unofficial" goal of 175. I haven't been below 175 for about 6 years (I think ( Read more... )

So apparently my body is a better healer than it has been in the past. My leg right now is all kinds of pretty colours, but the swelling is mostly gone, my appetite is mostly back, my energy level is higher than where I left it, and I'm nearly off the cane ( Read more... )

And I don't have much to say, really ( Read more... )

So we picked up an elliptical trainer. Good thing my sweetie is good at putting together this kind of stuff. Honestly, for the price of both of us avoiding a gym for two months, we have something we'll do early in the morning, and while watching TV. I think it's worth it.

Better than dieting.

Hot chocolate, anyone?

So, the drive to work took me 2.25 hours this morning. Hwy 6 was closed due to an incident (a woman apparently ran out into the road early this morning), which I discovered WHEN I HIT THE BACKLOG, so I turned around, and not realizing that hopping onto hwy 5 at Clappisons Corners is a much more SANE way of getting to hwy 8, I went back through ( Read more... )

I just pulled a small piece of metal wire, about the size of an eyelash, from the back of my knee. I thought it was a sliver.

Weird.

Alright tummy, here's the deal.

I don't like you, and you don't like me.

HOWEVER....

I am not getting sick. I refuse to get sick. I especially refuse before a long weekend.

We can work on this.

Yes, eventually, there will be ice cream.

You have to earn it first. Mainly by letting me get to and from work for the next two days.

Deal? Deal.

Apparently when a headache is coming, I do stupid things. Like, mean to call my parents, but dial my OWN number, NOT notice that I'm listening to my OWN voice, and leave a long, rambling message for them anyway.

Later I notice my head hurts.

*sigh*

Mom, Dad, if you're reading this - I'll call you tomorrow. I'm going to bed now.

My total unveiling of my geek level notwithstanding, I'm getting amazingly frustrated with my apparent adaptation to over the counter pain killers ( Read more... )