Starting Fresh

I got on the scale this morning and it said 216. That is 11 lbs up from the lowest I've seen.

Figured that means it's time for a reset day or three before my fill on Wednesday.

I stocked up on pre-made protein shakes. I've found I drink them better if they are already made. Also I found some Myoplex Chocolate Fudge shakes that are only 300 cals, 2 grams of sugar, and 42 grams of protein. The don't taste awful, not good either, but also not gag worthy.

I'm slowly catching up on all the household chores that I got behind on. I must have it all done before Husband comes home from A-stan in a couple of weeks. I'd like to get it all done and get back into the swing of exercising again. He came home in October for his two weeks of leave and after he left, I fell into a hole of depression. I quit working out the day he left and haven't been back since. I miss it. I miss feeling good and like I accomplished something.

Today I spent the morning reading to 5&6 year olds. Then I spent a couple of hours making beds in the barracks for the single soldiers who are coming home. After lunch I worked at the school again helping with the last day of our bookfair. I logged on to tally my volunteer hours for January and discovered I've volunteered 350+ hours for 2010. Not too bad.

I think this year my goal will be 365 hours.

I'm Back

I am on the other side of a hideous bout of depression.

I have been plateaued for 4 months now.

I found out last month that I do not have a 10cc band, I have a 14cc band and could have been more aggressive with fills had I known that. I STILL DO NOT HAVE RESTRICTION AT 9 MONTHS OUT!!!

I currently have 8cc in my band and am desperately trying to get to that dreamy place called the sweet spot.

I really hope you will all forgive me for my long absence. I'll try not to go away for so long ever again.

The Ladies Room

A very pregnant friend asked for someone to explain to her why women take so long in the bathroom. I guess she got stuck waiting and was feeling surly about it. This is my response to her:

First, I have to figure out the best way to hover over the toilet without breaking my damn neck or falling into someone else's pee on the seat while avoiding the suspicious puddle on the floor. I also have to find a place to hold my purse as there are no hooks on the door and hanging it over the corner of the door causes the door to swing open and hit me on the head.

Then I pee, but it is also that time of the month so now I have to balance on one foot with my elbow braced on the wall and my back arched so I can replace my preferred feminine hygiene product without contaminating it on the gross toilet. The toilet paper roll runs out before I finish so I attempt to pat dry with the shredded remnants that clung to the roll.

Now I have to get my self out of the odd contorted position I've put myself in while I curse myself for not working on my core strength through weights or Pilates.
Off to the sink now only to discover there is no soap except a puddle on the counter. I debate for a moment and finally decide counter soap is better than no soap. Of course now the air dryer is broken and the paper dispenser is jammed. I spend a minute trying to jam my fingers up the towel slot without cutting them off on the ragged tearing surface.
By this point, I'm hot and sweaty and cranky so I mutter profanities under my breath as I pat my hands dry on my least obvious article of clothing. I linger in front of the mirror for a moment and wish there was something I could do about my now sweaty hair and upper lip. However there are still no towels so I heave a sigh and head out of the ladies room. I think to myself that I could sure use a drink after that, but I'll be damned if I do anything to induce another trip into the hell that is the public ladies restroom. As I come through the door I see you glaring at me and I think I should tell you there is no toilet paper, soap, or paper towel, but your glare clearly says, "get the hell out of my way!" So I smile and hold the door open for you.

Today

Today I chose not to eat any of the leftover chocolate easter candy from the dish at my son's Autism therapy appointment. No chips and salsa either.

Today I have eaten 525 calories and 86 grams of protein. I'm hungry so I'll be adding to that shortly. Chicken tenderloin is my hero today.

Today my kids have been working on my last nerve and I chose not to gorge myself on whatever was available to stifle my irritation and anger.

Today my finances are all neatly budgeted.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with my nutritionist. I've never been to that part of the hospital so I'm dealing with anxiety today. I KNOW it will be fine, but I hate going to new places. I hope that someday I won't have to force myself to do things and will just be able to go and do.

Tomorrow all three children have optometry appointments. Big kid is getting contacts and glasses for the first time. I don't know about the littles yet. My budget is going to be toast.

The day after tomorrow the big kid and the littlest kid have to go back to the dentist for their repairs. My wallet will have only receipts and dust after this I'm sure.

Someone is stealing the broccoli from my garden. It's not an animal, it's got to be a person. None of my kids will fess up. The weird thing is that it wasn't even ready yet. All they're getting is a tiny bit. It has happened three times in the last two weeks. With the way they broke off the pieces they took, I don't know if I'll get any side sprouts or if the plucked plants are done for the year. Grrrrr.

I really miss Husband today. Most days I'm OK with him being away, but today was one of the sulky miss him so much days. At least I'll be too busy to notice tomorrow.