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Daily Archives: January 30, 2019

Been Sick!

I’m still here and kicking. I promised I would keep up my writing this year. πŸ™‚

So I decided that it would be great to get really sick with bronchitis, and not the: “oh I hear a rumbling in my chest when I cough” bronchitis, the: “OMG do you have … (the plague? Death? Pneumonia?) Are you dying? OMG stay away from me, you look like shit!” … always followed by “You need to stop smoking!” type of bronchitis.

I was seriously out of the loop with the fatigue, the fever and the cough. It has been about 5 years since I have been really sick like this and always on time I get some really fucked up illness that knocks me on my ass to remind me I am human AND almost 50.

This sabertooth cougar is getting old!

So yeah, sick, missed work, was a cranky bitch for about two weeks but I am back and feel for the most part better. Still coughing up my soul, most people are avoiding me, I’m avoiding most people because LYSOL may kill germs but spraying it on someone with bronchitis is like killing them. I want to cut a Bitch, seriously.

πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

I still nice, just phlegmy.

Anyhoo, you would think I would have a huge WTF weight loss to report! NAH, I’m one of those people that doesn’t have an issue with their appetite. Well it is an issue to me because I don’t lose a damn thing! Just as hearty a appetite as ever so no weight loss. The doctor insisted on weighing me in the middle of the day in full clothes and in goddamn boots so I have my starting weight:

Thursday, January 24th morning: 197 lbs (Shit, gained all my weight back! Curse you Homeowner Fairy!)

Thursday, January 24th doctor office/afternoon/fully clothed with BOOTS: 91 kg/200 lbs and 9 oz. (they really think putting the weight in kilos makes you feel better…IT DON’T! Let me take off my 15 pound boots!)

Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot! When did I gain all that damn weight back? I think it started when I decided that I would buy a damn house. I feel like Florida Evans from Good Times:

DAMN.

DAMN.

DAMN.

I hate going to the doctor wearing heavy shit. I would roll up in there wearing the pedicure flip flops and the paper gown every time so I wouldn’t get a blow to my self esteem. If they are going to put the weight in kilos them DO NOT tell me how much that means in pounds. Let me be delusional and believe that I am a delicate little flower, a whiff of a person and not a fucking linebacker/lumberjack.

Hee hee.

Oh, I went off on a tangent there…sorry.

I guess I have some catching up to do. πŸ™‚ I plan on weighing myself tomorrow because I just kind of fell into low carbing again. I’m not calling it anything fancy other than what it is: LOW CARB. Not gonna keto, eat wild, go paleo, whole 30. No weight loss pills, no weight loss surgery even though I have been told I now qualify for lap band … too many labels, too freaking complicated, too dangerous because I don’t wake up well from anesthesia.

Keeping my carbs under 20 grams for now, staying away from all white processed foods (no sugar,no flour,no starch) Gonna drink water, try to cut back on the coffee/Coke Zero (TRY! No guarantees), get a little more sleep AND look through my beach body on demand and see if there is any exercise that I can do that will not result in me collapsing on the floor imitating a dying starfish. Oh and a instructor that isn’t annoying.

Low carb. I did that, kept it simple, lost 60 pounds in 6 months and kept it off for almost 10 years.

Then menopause and Homeownership happened. πŸ™‚

Gonna be 50, let’s see if I my age makes a difference this time!

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