fatting around

21 Apr

Ok. so I’m starting a food diary (or a food bitch complaint despair journal), because my eating is completley out of control.  I actually went to the doctor to have my thyroid checked, because, let’s face it, NO ONE can be this hungry all the time!  The results are still pending, but I’m guessing I am not afflicted with hypothyroidism, which would not only explain my overeating, but also give me a an excuse as to why my husband frequently finds me in the cupboard  with a handful of M n M’s in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other.

I tried weight watchers.  for 7 weeks apples and baby carrots were my bitch.  Then suddenly those 26 points a day were turning into 28.  Just a couple (four) cookies at snack time, a little late night raison bran, or if I was feeling like being “good” I would creep on a 3 point dark chocolate raspberry snack pop.  Or three. I convinced myself that my body needed 28 points a day.  If it were content with 26, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

So, here I sit, bloated from the Easter chocolate that I swiped from my child’s Easter basket (don’t judge me), and thinking of how to turn Fatting Around into an Olympic competition.

I’m not crazy, just a little unwell.

6 Sep

So anyway, I decided to support my good friend who has a blog (illjuststayhere.com)  and in addition to laughing my ass off at her ability to recount a past situation with complete hilarious fervor,  I found myself motivated to write again.  I may not be able to evoke laughter as easily as my witty friend, but I have a lot to say. some may find it insightful, others may call it self indulgent rambling.  either way, I really don’t give a shit house rat’s ass if anyone ever reads this.  It’s mine, and I am going to feed it.  and pet it. and call occasionally call it George.  so thare. (mis spelling intentional)
That being said….

Crazy is as crazy does

I don’t like getting up in the morning.  it gets on my nerves.  I am one of those people that could sleep for 12 hours at a time and still be tired.  My psychiatrist is always telling me to eat a banana and drink some warm milk.   so that I can get a good nights sleep.  I don’t mind bananas, but the thought of warm milk makes me gag.  but apparently bananas have tryptophan in them, you know, the same sleepy stuff that’s in turkey. I have personally found that it has no effect whatsoever on curbing my insomnia.

i do realize that sitting in front of the accusing glare of the computer at 11:30 at night is propbably a contributing factor.  see there, I have already commited what is sure to be the first in a long line of spelling errors.  no wait, that’s two.  I have also some how gotten this page on full screen and don’t know how to use spell check!!! I can see that this is going to take time. maybe I will try that banana after all…..

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6 Sep

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