Tuesday, February 25, 2020

WW points? I'm guessing 0 or 1?

For green, the whole thing would be 7 with chicken (4 of which is for 2 eggs), but I could only eat 1/2 and that was a lot of food. It was 4 for half (no reduction in points for the oil or peas when cut in half). Blue and purple, I guess you'd have a point for the sesame oil. Oh and the soy sauce, but I didn't bother to track that because I didn't use much.

Well, I'm just a freaking bloody mess today.

It is Mardi Gras - Fat Tuesday. I feel like it is MY DAY! (said with self deprecating humor...)

I've been mega stressed ever since seeing the RD yesterday. Ron is sick again. The Gas and Electric company apparently lost my phone numbers and therefore was unable to notify me that my account was past due. The power was shut off today. Sure, my fault for not paying, though to be honest, I thought I had. But that is pretty indicative of how I am feeling lately. I am living the life of an addict. There is just so much wrong with how I am spending my days. I need to channel some Liz and Anne and Diane O.

Grateful though that I have the wherewithal to rally and take things by the horns. The power bill has been paid, power has been restored, and what's done is done. I'm kind of ashamed, but at the same time not. Oh, well....

It's FAT TUESDAY! I let my students order a special donut and went to pick them up at lunch to celebrate our own classroom mardi gras! Silly, but fun! And damn straight, I had a donut, too! Apple fritter to be precise.

I am feeling very unsettled and agitated and pathetic today. Went to bed that way last night. I'm worried about Ron. He's been sick for two full months on and off and taken two rounds of antibiotics and is still dealing with a horrible cough. Yesterday he wa**** with diarrhea. He's home today. (Yes, he let me know the power had been turned off...)

Not sure where I'm going with this stuff, but clearly, the RD visit was something that was needed to knock me out of my comfort zone. I really just hate my eating disorder reality. I want to run around and scream and be like a toddler having a tantrum. I can sense the feelings in my head and gut, but know I can't really follow through with it. (Head shakes in wonder at my own weirdness....)

Happy Fat Tuesday to us all!

Edit to add: Forgot to mention that at 7:00 am I took the bull by the horns on Ron's behalf and made him a doctor's appointment for tomorrow. None available with our PCP today. I just got tired of him not doing it for himself. Husbands!!!!