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Well, after a day of eating a ton of cookies (cookie decorating parties are dangerous), eggnog and chocolate, then scarfing half a loaf of brown bread and butter with vegetable chowder for dinner, my weight is up to 135.5. but, my body actually looks better to me then it has the last few days. The last couple lbs were lost in sickness, so my muscles weren't caught up, I think.

I ate a ton yesterday. and, I didn't feel bad about it. 1 guilt-free day in a year? I think I can handle that.

Luckily the cookies were actually terrible. we only had whole wheat flour to make them with and it didn't work out well. I still ate lots, but probably less than I would have.

so happy with the scale. surpassed my 2nd revised goal before Christmas of 133 now. maybe this week I can lose the other 2 to get to that first crazy goal? Not really trying for it, but hey, who knows? The super big urge to make Christmas cookies may disagree....

I went home yesterday, and had a huge Raynaud's incident walking home. My thighs, hands, ears, and nose swelled - despite the fact I was wearing long johns under my pants, and was wrapped up with hat, scarf, and gloves. And there was no effing way I was going to take Ziggy for a walk. Besides - wouldn't a 13 pound dog freeze through if I took her outside for any amount of time in 2 degree weather?

Our heat wasn't working. What. the. crap? I cranked it up to 85 and it wouldn't get warm no matter what. So I called our leasing office and they said to turn it off, let it sit for five minutes, then turn it back on. So I did. And it worked.

I put our down comforter on our bed last night, so this is what it looks like a cross section would look like:

                                      Ziggy
ComforterComforterComforterComforterComforterCo
DownComforterDownComforterDownComforterDown
FuzzyBlankieFuzzyBlankieFuzzyBlankieFuzzyBlankieF
SheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheet
             Heather          ;           ;         Miguel
SheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheet
SheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheetSheet
MattressMattressMatttressMattressMattressMattress

We were not cold last night!

I also cleaned the bathroom, top to bottom. This was much needed as our bathroom had begin to look like a disaster area. It was sooooo bad. I did several loads of laundry, and started folding. We have too many clothes and not enough storage. And despite me donating a trashbag full every time I go through things, it just seems to be getting worse. So I still have a lot of folding to do tonight - think two large moving boxes, and a giant pile of clothes on our dresser. It's bad. I won't even have people over. That's right - I'm living in CHAOS - Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome.

I also did the dishes, I tried to clean up the kitchen, but didn't tackle all the stuff on our island. And I cleaned the living room - which wasn't too dirty, there were just a lot of socks hiding here or there. Big, sweaty, Miguel socks.

So tonight, all I have left is the kitchen island and the clothing situation.

Miguel has been working 12 hour days. 7 days a week. Yes, he's working 60 hour weeks. Minimum. Which means that A) Miguel is EXHAUSTED, B)Miguel is GRUMPY, and C) I only see Miguel for about 45 minutes in the morning when we are getting ready for work. LAME! So. We need some us time this weekend.

Up for the weekend:
- Dentist appointments
- Doctor's appointment
- Quick trip to Lane Bryant
- Christmas shopping
- Blue Man Group
- Colts football

My hormones have undergone such a radical change that I'm starting to feel like a different person. Like...I would probably like Twilight now if I read it (not!), or something like that.

When we decided on apartments, we chose 1401 S State because it was really cool looking. Floor to ceiling windows. Concrete floors and walls. Corner unit (so double the windows!). Our floorplan is so open the only door goes to the bathroom.

We. Are. F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-frrrrrrrreeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzziiiiiinnnnngggggg g.

*teeth chatter*

I feel like crap today. Forgot to take an antacid last night so my stomach is a pit of misery. And I kept waking up because I was so cold (time to whip out the down comforter). And then around 2, our neighbor moved a rug out of his apartment (WHAT THE FUUUUUUU), causing the dogs across the hall from him to start barking, and soon, the whole floor was a cacophany of dogs barking - Ziggy included. So basically, I really wanted to stay home from work and feel better.

But it's so cold, I couldn't do it. I had to come to work so I'd be warm.

I have so much to do at home, but when I get home I basically just lay under the blankets because I'm so cold.

We have a laundry situation that I need to deal with. I need to do dishes. I need to tidy up our Christmas purchases and maybe wrap some. I've started storyboarding my novel - I need to focus on that. I need to organize our closet, and get out our down comforter. So much I need to do. And when I get home, I walk Ziggy, then my ass hits the recliner and I don't move. Grrrrrr.

Friday - Ziggy went to doggy daycare. When we got her home, she had a lump on her foot

Saturday - took Ziggy to the vet. She has a papilloma, caused by a virus... from being around other dogs. lol. Not serious, they gave us a medicine that is supposed to help it heal and make it stop itching. They also prescribed antibiotics, which would have ended up being $80. The vet said it wasn't necessary, so we didn't fill it. Walgreens called yesterday and said they got the vets okay to switch to another brand, and then it was only $18. Awesome.

We also ate at Epic Burger and then went to the library. We went home and lounged until dinner time, and went to Carson's ribs. I was barely able to eat anything at all. A little coleslaw, a little potato, a little pulled pork, and 4 ribs. Seriously, I used to go and eat half a chicken and both sides, with corn muffins. Now I can't even finish a half slab? I'm not complaining. Then I got indigestion and had nightmares all night.

Nightmare - this thing was weird and crazy. I outlined it and am working to flesh it out so it becomes a novel or maybe a screenplay. It was just sooo weird. I hope it becomes my Twilight (Stephanie Meyer dreamt of twilight, right?), and I can become a millionaire who doesn't have to work!

Sunday - Outlined my dream. Slept. Made breakfast/walked Ziggy. Slept. Watched tv. Slept. Basically, I slept all day. It was wonderful.

Monday - work. I went to fill Ziggy's Rx. I have dual ear infections that aren't going away and my doctor said it's just so congested it can't heal (I'm all ready on antibiotics), so he prescribed me nasal spray decongestant. Then, on top of that, my Met XR was ready to be refilled, so I asked if i could do that. She said yes. And, I needed Pepcid because the Met gives me heart burn, and cough drops, because I couldn't stop coughing last night. So by the time I checked out I had a whole treasure chest of pharmacuticals. I felt like a goober. Oh well.

I have to go to the doctor today because I think my ear drum ruptured in the shower last night and I want to be sure. Gross!

after a few miserable hours of being sick, I collapsed in the res hallway. Sarah, a girl in res, woke me up and brought me to a hospital (in my boxers, old tshirt, and a housecoat), where I got put on IV for a few hours. Last night was an awful night. I didn't know it was possible to be that sick. feeling a lot better today, but still unable to walk very well, and still can't keep down food. Following the doctors advice of sipping gatorade, even though it is immediately thrown up, for the small amount of electrolytes that are absorbed.

This is probably the worst weekend to get sick. I had fully intended to write 10 page (single space) of NC, and do the final editing. And I need to have a presentation and final edit of a paper for another course by tomorrow morning.

And my aunt died yesterday too, as the cherry on the ill-fortune cake.

Anyway. hope everone is doing better than me.

Had some wine and several grasshoppers last night (creme de menthe, creme de cacao, vodka and milk) and certainly feeling it today.  I can't focus at all on work.

Had subway for supper and soup for lunch, and a large non-fat mocha with extra espresso at some point too.

I feel awful.

and I imagine that each grasshopper was probably 400 cals+, and I had 5-6 of them. +wine. My dehydrated weight today was 134 lbs, but I've drank a ton of water today, which means I was super dehydrated.

I'm alive.

And Improving.

I'm trying to be better.

I'm really really really really really tired.

I am going to the doctor for this cold I have after work.

I at least have on a cute outfit today.

I haven't had any diarrhea today.

Only nausea.

I'm alive.

EDIT:

PS, I lost 6 pounds.

So after getting sick until I fell asleep and sleeping untill I got sick again yesterday, I think that I'm feeling a tad bit better.

I've found that when the forces of Immodium and Mylanta combine, I get to sleep through the night!

Yesterday's intake:
protein shake (protein powder, 1/2 c oj)
turkey, veggies, and lentils
S/F gingerale, Better Whey yogurt
turkey, veggies, and lentils
protein shake (protein powder and water)

Today's intake:
water
protein shake (protein powder, Fage, water)
????

As you can see, protein shakes tend to be my go-to food right now. I know it's not good, and I know it's not getting me the vitamins and minerals I need. But it's what I *know* I can eat without being so sick I pray for death. I'll either have soup or meat and veggies at lunch.

Yay!

Today has been a better food day than yesterday, so far.

- vegetable-squash stew

- pasta with kidney beans, zuccini, and peppers, with chili-tomatoe sauce

- one small chocolate

- small amount of cashews

- no fat mocha

- tea, tea and more tea

-banana

However, while food was ok, work was not.... not that it went poorly, it just didn't happen at all. A whole day with nothing to do but work, and I got next to nothing done. Hoping I can do a bit better in the next couple hours.