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So I did it. I joined Weight Watchers today. I've been doing this on my own but I don't feel like I am really losing any weight. I spend many hours at the gym each week and have lost inches, but I need to get a grip on my eating more.
I feel like shit today. I've been having hypothyroid symptoms again and I have had a low-grade fever for a couple of days. I called and asked my Dr. to send me a lab form so I can get my levels checked. I am almost certain that I need more medication. Again. I can feel myself descending into that same abyss of fatigue and lethargy and it scares me. I spent almost two years feeling half-dead and I am not going back.
I started my novel this weekend. I'm not going to divulge any details beyond that it is set in the 1970s and music plays a very big part. My characters are NOT groupies, though it was tempting...
Becca and I have been emailing back and forth. Last week was her birthday so I sent her a message and we've been going back and forth. She sounds like herself in the messages. She sounds happy too; she opened her own video store in the little town she lives in and is doing good business. I guess hubby is working nights. At least he isn't sitting on his ass smoking his way through three packs of ciggies a day while yelling, "Babe, can you make me a sandwich? Babe, can you get me a Pepsi? Babe, can you shut up those children?" That was all he did all day when I was visiting. It was annoying. I was also in the midst of being half-dead at that time.
I feel like shit today. I've been having hypothyroid symptoms again and I have had a low-grade fever for a couple of days. I called and asked my Dr. to send me a lab form so I can get my levels checked. I am almost certain that I need more medication. Again. I can feel myself descending into that same abyss of fatigue and lethargy and it scares me. I spent almost two years feeling half-dead and I am not going back.
I started my novel this weekend. I'm not going to divulge any details beyond that it is set in the 1970s and music plays a very big part. My characters are NOT groupies, though it was tempting...
Becca and I have been emailing back and forth. Last week was her birthday so I sent her a message and we've been going back and forth. She sounds like herself in the messages. She sounds happy too; she opened her own video store in the little town she lives in and is doing good business. I guess hubby is working nights. At least he isn't sitting on his ass smoking his way through three packs of ciggies a day while yelling, "Babe, can you make me a sandwich? Babe, can you get me a Pepsi? Babe, can you shut up those children?" That was all he did all day when I was visiting. It was annoying. I was also in the midst of being half-dead at that time.