VERY down.. gained almost 10 lbs in the last few days
What other choice do I have? I have no choices.. none... it's not like I can just run to the beach with a guitar and strum this out of myself. I have no friends... my sisters are long distance with lives of their own, the kids only come out of their room for food .. then disappear again. I don't even have a church here! Yea... this is the life... eat, sleep and obsess over the scale. I'M GOING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!
on 2/9/08 2:17 am - Rochester, NY
I don't think it's "eating through them" that scares me... It's "eating then sticking my fingers down my throat" which scares me more.
I ate 2 pieces of bacon and about 1/2 scrambled egg for breakfast (I made three and took a spoonful, then gave the rest to Jon).
I ate a lean hamburger patty with an over easy egg on it for lunch
The coffee is a flowin'...... I just stepped away from the sugar free french vanilla for half n half w/2 splendas
I picked up a new script of Lasix and now P'ing like a racehorse
Getting through this day is gonna be a trip and a half.
I can't EVEN IMAGINE what you're going through at home! The only home improvement projects that are done here are done by me and I WISH I had some materials right now.. I could get into redoing the bathroom.. but.. why bother? No one ever notices but me.
No vitamins... I'm too freakin' lazy. I have to take statins, I'm out of lasix, I take potassium with that and I've been eating soma like tic tacs all week (there's only 1 left out of a month's supply.
I'm moving better now... I was actually able to pull up my shorts and put on a bra all by myself like a big girl. I'm just too lazy to get on the lifecycle. I did 3 loads of laundry and washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen to the best of my ability. Heaven FORBID my daughter pitch in ova heah... I go to sleep with no dishes.. wake up to a counter full of dishes and crap all over the place.. EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. I'd like to jump in the stang and take off to Jersey for a few days.. but then I gotta deal with the GUILT of leaving Jon to fend for himself cause there's no way my kid will cook him a meal, prepare his lunch or iron his shirts. Last time I took off for a week, he threatened to go off his diet... I just can't deal with this crap anymore. Hormones or no hormones.... this is not a life... being here is a death sentence.. I actually miss just laying around waiting to die when I was 310 lbs. At least I had something to look forward to then... well .. maybe I do again... 10 lbs in a few days.. God only knows where I'll be in a few weeks.