…I waited long enough to start posting again. The past months have been interesting indeed. I am back on my diet (well eating better) because I did pick up about 10 pounds from the last time I took a picture in September. The 10 pounds came from STRESS, ALCOHOL, NO EXERCISE, and…EATING WAY TOO MANY CARBS. I am pretty lucky compared to my husband who was tipping the scales at 184 pounds (he is 5′7, wears a size 8 ring and a size 8 shoe. Kinda small framed if you know what I mean). He was so distraught he asked me for a sleeping pill just to calm him down. So yeah, I am back and it seems I am taking everyone with me on a diet. Kellie and Lou are starting their own journeys. I will ask her if she is going to start blogging again. If she does I will link her to this site so we can keep an eye on each other.
I weighed myself this morning:
154.6
Dammit. I am starting to think my body likes that weight. Once I get back on track with Billy I will be back to my old self again. I will once again post my thoughts and experiences with the diet, the workout, and my ever changing life.
Now…the past months I have discovered:
- My thyroid levels were so out of whack they FINALLY decided to send me to a specialist. The new medicine seems to help, but I am still cold all the time.
- My blood pressure has decided to become high. I mean really high. I will be going back to the doctor in a couple of weeks to determine if I will need to take high blood pressure medication.
- Pills….that seems to be what everyone wants to throw at me these days. I was given a prescription for Prozac, Xanax, and Clozepam (I think they are HORSE TRANQUILIZERS.)
The reason for the pills? Servere depresson and anxiety attacks brought on by my thryoid being way out of whack and STRESS. My daughter decided that she would start having sex. She also decided that it would be a good idea to purchase Percocet and Vicodin from other students and take them in school. What the intelligent child didn’t realize that those TWO drugs (and if you are taking 7 at a time) numb you as well as put you to sleep. If you mix them the effect is faster. She almost overdosed. She told me that she was sad all the time and didn’t want to feel anything. Needless to say I lost my temper a bit with her and told her that she wouldn’t feel anything in a coma or dead. 7 fecking pills! 2 knock me on my ass and I outweigh her by 30 pounds.
We are on top of the pill issue she was having and moved on to getting her completely checked out at the GYN. The child had no idea what entailed a Pap smear and a pipe check. I had her tested for STDs, pregnancy, and everything I could think of. I was there for her…it was hard but both of us made it through the exam. The child decided to declare that she doesn’t even get undressed to have sex with her boyfriend, so the exam was the worst. I told her at least there weren’t any pictures of kittens on the ceiling to stare at…and why do they always put kitten posters on the ceiling? I really don’t like staring at a kitty while my kitty is being looked at…but I digress. Sorry. It is the Prozac I think. She is now on the pill (for her protection and peace of mind and because I am not ready to be a grandmother at 40) but she was also prescribed a antibiotic because she has Vaginitis. Okay…I KNOW it isn’t a sexually transmitted disease. She didn’t know that and assumed that the kid she decided to have sex with gave it to her. Now she doesn’t want to be bothered by him or any other male right now. I will let her know what happened does sometimes happen…eventually. I have to say the pills have evened out her moods and she is a completely different person. There is so much more I can say about Lauren…but those are the main things with her.
My son. Sigh. He is still looking to get a job. He is graduating in May and wants to go to college. So far nothing too bad. Until one day I looked down at his hand where he “jammed” his pinkie. What I saw didn’t look like a jam. He broke the damned thing and was walking around for two weeks with it like that. By the time I took my crooked fingered child to the doctor there was nothing they could do to help him. The orthopedic surgeon told me when he goes back to see him (April 22nd) they will decide if they will do the operation and put pins in his finger. When I asked the boy why in hell didn’t he say anything at all…he tells me…I’M A MAN, MA!
SIGH…WHATEVER.
My husband finally got everything squared away with the missed movement thing. Many people got in trouble for the incident (not him though) but everything has settled and I am still in Arizona. Ever hear be careful what you wish for because you will probably get it. He got what he wanted and now he hates his job. I guess a Staff job isn’t what he really wanted. Things are starting to pick up for him at work. A TDY is on the horizon for him so maybe that will help his mood. He was also selected as a Master Sgt (E8) and will hopefully get pinned before the Summer. He is also complaining that he is fat but I also told him that eating carbs with beer tends to do that to a person. Especially if they don’t exercise. He will eventually see where I am coming from…I think.
I will be updating more because I am back on the program and my life has somewhat calmed down. Or maybe I have calmed down. Tonight I will do 90 minutes of Taebo….I’m sure I will have a comment on that one.
I miss coming here…maybe dumping the old brain along with some exercise will help me get off the Prozac…
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