I am back...and I am fine...
I'm feeling a bit better about things with the whole weight/body issue. That's even given the fact that I found out yesterday that if I were to go by BMI (buncha crapola) that my target weight is actually 40 lbs LESS than where I want to get to eventually. that's right...not 170...130. I'm honestly trying to figure out how there would be much of anything (including my bodaious tatas, LOL) left if I weighed 130. I think I saw 130 when I hit puberty or something.
Anyway, insanity has hit the household once more. At 12:30 this morning (yes it occurs more than once a day) the brainless wonder that you may remember I call Blondie, called....TWICE! Of course the 'rents are still asnooze in their beds with both box fans going on full hurricane force winds so there's no getting them to hear the phone. Well without going into it too much because I'm exhausted from not getting hardly any sleep and a REALLY bad day of apartment hunting (thank you AL for royally screwing us over), she's here and I'm ready to tear my hair out. Calgon take me away. I'm so angry I could spit right now.
On the plus side, I told my dad today about the medical crap going on with me and about the weight gain while doing things right and he actually understood why I was really upset. He told me that it was downright depressing for me and I kinda have to agree. I think this divorce from my wicked step-mother has given him at least one sympathetic bone in his body and I'm eternally grateful for that.
Oh on a side note thank you to crazymol4588 for my new icon. It's exactly what I've been wanting for a while and will probably be stealing more.
Anyway, insanity has hit the household once more. At 12:30 this morning (yes it occurs more than once a day) the brainless wonder that you may remember I call Blondie, called....TWICE! Of course the 'rents are still asnooze in their beds with both box fans going on full hurricane force winds so there's no getting them to hear the phone. Well without going into it too much because I'm exhausted from not getting hardly any sleep and a REALLY bad day of apartment hunting (thank you AL for royally screwing us over), she's here and I'm ready to tear my hair out. Calgon take me away. I'm so angry I could spit right now.
On the plus side, I told my dad today about the medical crap going on with me and about the weight gain while doing things right and he actually understood why I was really upset. He told me that it was downright depressing for me and I kinda have to agree. I think this divorce from my wicked step-mother has given him at least one sympathetic bone in his body and I'm eternally grateful for that.
Oh on a side note thank you to crazymol4588 for my new icon. It's exactly what I've been wanting for a while and will probably be stealing more.