Time for a Blitz update. I'm losing. Double meaning there: I am losing weight, but I'm also losing the competition. Hawaii threw me off course. All that alcohol, and those damned Maui potato chips are so good. I walked almost every day, and I was pretty good about the calories, except for the booze. Take the booze out of the equation and I was a super star, but that is, unfortunately, not how it goes. I was only up .2 lbs. after the trip, but I forgot to weigh myself before I left so I could really have been up 2.2 lbs. I'm glad I don't know for sure.
Then, I weighed myself yesterday and I was up another .2 lbs. or maybe more. I can't remember. I've blocked it out. It was depressing. I ate out some last week, and there was the super bowl, and I JUST LOVE FOOD TOO MUCH, OKAY?
I felt lighter this morning, though, so I weighed myself again, and I was down 2.2 lbs. That's 4.8 lbs. over all. Not bad, but my opponent/cheer leader is ahead by a few tenths of a pound. I will crush her! Just kidding. I will only crush her if I sit on her.
I also found out recently that I am anemic again. I don't know why, probably my diet, but I have to send in a stool sample to be sure there are no microscopic traces of blood in my poop. Honestly. Of course, I couldn't wait for my doctor to explain how to send in a stool sample before I start saying things like, "How'd you like to have that job? Sifting through people's poo? Do I need a special tupperware or something?" and she hands me and envelope and I'm ashamed of my poo talk with my doctor.
I have been so mind numbingly exhausted, and at least now I know why. I indulged my anemia this morning and slept until 11:40! It was so wonderful, but I'm still only 75% awake.
I'm hungry. I want cake. And ice cream. I'm taking a little break from booze, but I want sugar in the worst way. I have 879 calories left for the day, and I have to save it all until dinner so I can pig out. Although I don't think 879 calories is really considered pigging out. Its probably one glass of wine and a salad and a mini drumstick ice cream cone thingy. I hate losing weight. It is sucks, as Leila used to say.
No more weight loss talk. It just makes me want a donut. Its currentlty 2:46 p.m. and I'm still in my bathrobe after my big sleep-in. All the animals are sleeping and they look so happy. Maybe I need a little nap. Sleeping is a great way to not eat.
You don't have to worry, I will tell you all about how you submit a stool sample. I know you're wondering!