A "stinging" blow to the fat-nazi in my head.
Eppy got stung by a yellowjacket wasp today and her whole bitty face swelled up. We had to give her a benadryl. She wrested a piece of hamburger from them in glorious combat at a family cookout. As she lay on the tile, panting from the heat, she seemed to have no regrets, but from the rapidly growing state of her face we figured it might be a good idea to slow things down before her airway got compromised. Hot days especially require optimal air flow!
In order to administer correct dosage of this pill, it was needful to weigh myself so I could weigh her. I hadn't weighed myself in some time. Even my doctor keeps the knowledge from me, lest I find it triggering towards disordered eating.
I was a little shocked at first, simply because it had been so long since I even thought about what I weigh, let alone all the obsessive thinking I used to waste so much time engaged in over that stupid number. There was, I will admit, a small surge of dismay. But then, it was followed by... well, surprisingly, not much. A little bit of diet thinking, a little bit of wistfulness about what my body used to be, you know, back when I was too destroyed by not eating to enjoy all that "hotness." For perhaps a minute. Then I thought of all the larger things looming in my life right now and realized that there are far worse things than some adipose tissue baggage.
Now, it is time for the good wholesome cup of coffee, and the deep sleepings (I'm weird, coffee actually helps me sleep... yeah I never figured it out either). How I look forward to sleeping tonight. I spent a couple nights with the boyfriend and got some good sleep for a change and now I find myself addicted to sleeping. I think my body is making up for the month plus of small amounts of bad sleep.
In order to administer correct dosage of this pill, it was needful to weigh myself so I could weigh her. I hadn't weighed myself in some time. Even my doctor keeps the knowledge from me, lest I find it triggering towards disordered eating.
I was a little shocked at first, simply because it had been so long since I even thought about what I weigh, let alone all the obsessive thinking I used to waste so much time engaged in over that stupid number. There was, I will admit, a small surge of dismay. But then, it was followed by... well, surprisingly, not much. A little bit of diet thinking, a little bit of wistfulness about what my body used to be, you know, back when I was too destroyed by not eating to enjoy all that "hotness." For perhaps a minute. Then I thought of all the larger things looming in my life right now and realized that there are far worse things than some adipose tissue baggage.
Now, it is time for the good wholesome cup of coffee, and the deep sleepings (I'm weird, coffee actually helps me sleep... yeah I never figured it out either). How I look forward to sleeping tonight. I spent a couple nights with the boyfriend and got some good sleep for a change and now I find myself addicted to sleeping. I think my body is making up for the month plus of small amounts of bad sleep.