So...I awoke this morning (with only 3 hours of sleep) with a shooting pain in my right ear. I still have no idea what it is, but am hoping this Excedrin will fix it. I've had body aches, sore throat, slight fever and shooting ear pain. Flu? Probably. And my tonsils are red, inflamed and are the size of....well I can't think of anything they are the size of, but they are too freakin' big. I have been trying to figure out why I can't sleep, but am still tired. That's because Excedrin has caffeine. And I've been taking it at night over the last few days because I've felt like shiz-niz. (Did I use that correctly in a sentence?) So...here I am...lack of sleep and all...posting to my blog. Why? Because I'm the idiot who doesn't read labels and wasn't aware caffeine was a part of my attempt to actually relieve pain and get some sleep. To add insult to injury - I am waiting tables at this point in my life...and today I am working a double shift. UH! I am all about being positive. But so far today...this day sucks.
Now...WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH BEING A CHUBBY GIRL? I will tell you. Sunday morning is my weigh-in day. With all that sucks today...I have good news...I lost four pounds. (If I had a horn, I'd be tooting it right now.) I passed up McDonald's for those four pounds. I passed up cheesy hot dogs. I ate a friggin' salad at Applebee's when my BFF offered to take me out to dinner...while she, who is 9 months preggers, told me she weighs 2 pounds more than I do (and she's carrying another human life inside of her womb!) I made a brief visit to hell sans "Evil Trainer Dude" (see previous post). I went to the gym and ran when I am sure I probably had a light version of the flu. So, I will brag on myself. And I won't feel guilty about it. (But I may be secretly wondering right now if you, reader who is reading this, thinks I am over-confident or conceited...then again... I've spent YEARS feeling insecure, so I'm going to feel good about this. And not apologize for it.)
At my heaviest, I weighed 205. Let me say it for you: OH. MY. GOODNESS. Yes, I will admit that I hit the big 2-0-0. I think every girl has had the conversation with her best friend that goes a little something like this - "Girl, if I ever get that big - just go ahead and shoot me." Well, 200 pounds was my "shoot me now" weight. I never, in my wildest...um...nightmares...ever thought my eyes would see anything starting with a 2 on the scale. I did try Weight Watchers (which I enjoyed but currently can't afford) and got down to around 188ish or so. I have yet to enter back into the 170's. That's my first small goal. Just get in the 170's. Then, I'll make another goal. Since January, I have stayed around 199-197. To get on the scale this morning and see 193 felt really good. They say "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels." I think two things about that: (1) They never ate cheese fries dipped in spicy ranch dressing and (2) I kinda feel that way today. (-:
Some may say, "I can't believe you are telling the world how much you weigh!" You know, I never understood women's obsession with not telling how much they weigh. HELLO! People have eyes. I can understand lying to a blind person who can't see your tubby-tubbyness, but to a person with vision capabilities, you could say you weigh 170 or 200 pounds and their eyes will still see the same thing - a person who might not need to frequent Dunkin' Donuts quite so often. So - I'm putting it out there.
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