I really, really need to take my blue thumb drive home and take stuff off of it before something stupid happens, like my employer deciding it belongs to them because I us it at work. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I write to keep you safe; it is my sanity. Besides, it’s not like I’m getting paid for any of this garbled mess.
I’m hoping we’ll go to Claremont on Friday. We need stuff. Diapers, toilet paper, wipes, food… I’m hoping we make it through the week.
Somewhere between complaining and feeling sorry for myself, I lost 2 more pounds. I know I wasn’t supposed to weigh myself until the 30th, but my period hasn’t come, and when 6 days had gone by with no blood, I got anxious. I love getting to write smaller numbers on my scale. For those of you who are not in my weight loss group on FB, Jared bought me a plain, white, analog scale, because my digital one was pissing me off. I could weigh myself 3 times in a row and get different numbers. The numbers wouldn’t even necessarily be close. If it had been, say, 273, 275, 278, that might have been okay. Unfortunately, readings would be more like 258, 275, 263. It said “Err” a lot, too. I guess I’m just too much woman for it. Anyway, the digital scale had a memory function that the white one obviously doesn’t have, so I just take a Sharpie and write the date and my weight every 5-10 days. I was fussing all about how slowly I was losing weight, but when I looked at the history of what’s written on the scale, I have lost 12 pounds this month. It’s maddening to think about how many pounds you can lose in a week, or a few days, but taking that step back and realizing that, wow, I lost 12 pounds this month, and the month isn’t even over… That felt good.
If I can convince myself to not get on the scale again until after the first, I’m sure I will be quite pleased with my number, no matter what it is.
-The Wyrd One