I've been doing so well with my food log. I'm amazed at how quickly calories stack up. No wonder I've been gaining weight at an exponential rate. Who knew that tiny fish burrito I love so much at Rubio's (pretty much the only fast food place I'll ever eat at) had 800 calories in it! That's over half my intake for the day, that doesn't even count the chips and guac I usually pack in too! Since I started I've lost 5 lbs. I'm no fooling myself into thinking it was 5 lbs of anything but excess water weight - I was super bloated, I looked like an oompa loompa - but 5 lbs of water means that my wedding ring is no longer cutting off the circulation in my finger and that's good enough for me.
Tragedy had to strike. I'm sick. This is not your run of the mill sickness, this is life altering I don't know how I manage to make it out of bed, I have a fever and it feels like someone is poking hot irons down my throat sickness and every joint and bone in body aches sickness. Apparently strep is making it's round about Southern California and it decided to stop in the house for a little visit. Of course, Tom is off and about doing Tom stuff at work. The kids are still on winter break and going stir crazy. I barely have the energy to get out of bed and help them with the bare necessities. Montessori mom goes out the window during times like these. It's only 12:30 and they are already on their second movie. I feel bad for them, I feel bad for me, now's the time when I need to step up and be a good mother but I just want to lay on the floor and cry about how bad I feel. My youngest declared that she would NOT eat the grilled cheese that just took me 30 minutes to make and I collapsed in tears. I just can't take it today, I can't take the fighting, the opposition, the anger. I just want her to be nice, eat her freakin sandwich and tell me I'm a good mom and give me a hug. I know it's a lot to ask of a four year old but it's just one of those days. My ego and my sanity and my bodily well being are all being held together by the tiniest thread and it's stretched so tight that I'm afraid everything is just going to snap. I just need to make it another 7 hours and then it will bed time.
So that's enough for my pity party. I'm hoping hubby will be home sometime tonight so I can make it to the ER or at the very least maybe the clinic will call me in a prescription for something to make my misery go away. I've been drinking orange juice and cayenne pepper like it's nobody's business and it's helped a bit but the inside of my body feels like it's on fire! Just a couple more hours and I can lay around in agony!
By the way..I just noticed that my blog comments are nearly to 3000. I'd tell you exactly but I want it to be a surprise. At this rate, it will take a couple months to get there but I wanted to dangle the carrot out there. Number 3000 will get a nice surprise! I think a nice hand dyed fiber surprise, maybe something about 2000 yds, enough to make a sweater and a hat and a scarf. Maybe silk? Or Bamboo? Or just plain merino..in what ever color the person might want it. Let's just see...we are almost there.
I hope all of you are in good spirits and wishing you the very best this new year! Here's to losing a couple pounds and finishing up my degree! Blessing to all of you and Happy New Year!!!