Feeling incredibly nauseous. Can’t sleep due to that. Ever since my appointment with my GYN I last mentioned I’ve since been put on birth control to regulate my cycles.
Me, at 34 with my tibes tied. But I’m hoping it’ll help an array of items that have ailed me lately. It sucks getting old! But at least this pill makes me drink lots of water?! I’m dying of thirst 24/7 and my mouth always feels dry 🙁 . Hate it. But, the nausea helped keep me from indulging in all the meals they fed us at work today, so silver lining!
And although I have to work tomorrow night, at least I get to wear jeans!
We don’t have the kids this weekend, for Labor Day. Didn’t have them last Labor Day either but last year I kept myself busy by taking a run in the morning. At least I felt like I’d done something productive.
This year, though, I decided to be brilliant and start the 3-day Military Diet. Which I guess is good, considering I’d probably be eating everything in sight from boredom since the kids aren’t here.
A few of the meals on the plan
The meals honestly haven’t been too bad, and I feel full between meals so that’s good.
I haven’t started running or working out since the last boob incident so I figured I’d do something to kick-start my weight-loss again. I wanted to at least take a walk before meeting Jessica at noon today, but I woke up with my knee killing me! I don’t even know what happened!
[The next day…]
Seeing Jessica R. was great, I missed her! We caught up on a lot of stuff, but it still felt like it wasn’t enough! So grateful for friends you can pick up where you left off with.
I stuck to the diet and had tea, then I got home, had lunch (a boiled egg) and went to see Gramma briefly. I came back home to pick the girls up (Mary took them to doctor and brought them home. Emmos had a cough, Eenan had an infection on a hangnail!) We went grocery shopping and then I really couldn’t stand my knee 🙁 .
I have to admit I got ahead of myself and weighed in yesterday morning. I had lost 1 lb. I guess seeing that discouraged me a bit, so I ate tortilla chips and salsa at dinnertime 😕 .
I weighed in this morning and *drumroll* …
Lost 1.2 lbs. Same as what I weighed in yesterday.
Oh well, it was something, I guess! At least I didn’t gain and I proved to myself I could have self-control if I tried hard enough. Gotta get this knee better so I can start P90X/jogging again :(.
I’ve been a bit anxiety-stricken lately and I wasn’t really sure what was going on. It was to the point that normal things, like Jorge leaving to work, or dropping off the boys with Mario, or dropping the girls off at school made me feel even more sad than usual, fightened and nervous that something bad would happen to them. I couldn’t shake it–and then it dawned on me yesterday that it was the 3-year anniversary of Dad’s passing. It happened last year as well. It was kind of a shock that it’s been so long, but at the same time feels like it wasn’t so long ago. And I know it sounds kind of silly but when social media blew up that Juan Gabriel had died it made my sadness worsen because his song “Querida” really reminds me of Dad 🙁 .
Dad with his Oldsmobiles, like always
I clearly remember hearing that song while Dad sat outside with some friends playing cards, drinking beer and I spun around and around in the bedroom, which was right next to the side yard where they would sit and chat.
Dad’s last fish that he gave me with the 10 fish that I inherited from him died recently so that was pretty sad, too.
I do still think about him a lot. I still wish that we could have had that last barbecue but that never got to happen. Still wish I could call him up and see how he’s doing. It’s just really strange and I just feel really bad that we didn’t get to be closer towards the last few years of his life.
Dad through the years
I recently saw his ex-mistress on my people you should know on Facebook, which annoyed and angered me simultaneously. I’m glad she and everyone else stopped bothering me after she dared asked me to help her a week after dad died. Ugh. The nerve. Anyway. Needed to get that out.
<small>I really need to start writing again; it was the best therapy for me before.</small>
