Hey folks, I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I sure did. I went to a lovely party Saturday night and spent time with a bunch of my high school friends. It was really nice. We drank and sang and had a good time. I couldn't eat though. On Friday my band decided to tighten up on me and so the whole weekend food wise was pretty rough. I was very hungry and unable to eat much of anything. Yesterday I did lots of puking, so today I'm on liquids and really trying to get past this. I struggle with the red zone when the hormones are in full force. It's a scary feeling and last night my pouch was so irritated that I could barely keep liquids down. Today I'm babying it and things seem much better. Last night though, I would have taken all the fluid out of my band if I could have. There is a lot of uncertainty with the band, but I'm still glad I have mine.
Okay, now...last night I watched the Dianne Sawyer interview with Jaycee Dugard, and OMG! It just touched me so much, that poor girl, her poor mother and those sick people who took her. It just made me so sad for her. I can't imagine what she endured and her poor mother, how she never seemed to give up hope of seeing her daughter again. I had a very restless night of sleep, I kept thinking about it and thinking about our kids, it would kill me if anything ever happened to my kids or my step kids. The world is a scary place.
I ate split pea soup for lunch today, that was about 2 hours ago, and I'm still physically satisfied, but I'm wanting to eat so badly right now. I get like that when I've had a hard time eating, I feel sorry for myself and want to eat to comfort me. What is up with that. So anyway, like I said, this weekend I could barely eat and this morning I got on the scale and it was up...3 freaking pounds. I'm sorry but I just don't see how that can be. I'm not changing my ticker either, so screw that scale. I'm about to throw it out the window, or maybe I need another break from the scale like I did a few months back. It just makes me so mad. I know for sure now I'll never reach 199 before the show in two weeks, at this rate I'd have to cut off a foot to get there. I keep waiting for the Earth to shift again and let me lose. Insert Nancy Kerrigan cry...Why, why, why can't I get there?
Enough of my little pity party. I hope you all have a great week.