OK I won't whine. I am not deprived. I am fat and am doing a program of healthy and very low calorie eating in order to not be fat any more.
But when I try to fool myself and think that a glass of wine will take the carbs place of two apples, my HCG diet calls bullshit on me.
Had a .5 lb GAIN yesterday. ARG! I was on program but added the wine in place of the apple. I am also hoping that this was related to salt I put into my yummy chicken thai wraps.
So, ate well today and am pounding water like there is NO TOMORROW. Question: does drinking alot of water help to flush out overeating salt? I am hoping so. And another thing. Since when did it happen that I pee every time I cough, sneeze or laugh? And don't tell me to do those "Kegels" because I have a, um, vice like grip. Drinking all this water makes this pee issue all the worse. ARG.
Work was intense intense intense today. Suffice it to say that I was able to help a couple of little girls in a very big way, such that their lives will be forever different and oh so very much better. I thanked God over and over for things working out well (we brokered the deal at a settlement and did not have to go to a gnarly court hearing about it). I felt really grateful that I am allowed to be in this kind of position in my career. I will bitch and moan about the trials (literally) and tribulations of my work, but today was the tops.
One Woman's Quest to Lose Large and Ugly Panties Forever
I've had it with ugly panties that fit my large behind. I'm done with clothes for the large woman that just aren't as cute as the clothes I wore twenty years ago. I'm tired of wheezing as I go up the stairs. I've got sixty pounds to lose - because on my fiftieth birthday, I'm dancing naked in a thong, dammit. And it better be pretty. This little bunny rabbit is hopping me down the weight loss lane. I wanted a pair of big granny panties rolling through the grass, but I'm not computer savvy.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
One-derland.
The Good Scale reads 197.6 this morning. I have broken 200 pounds. And for the first time, I told my husband how much I really weigh. He didn't bat an eye.
I never want to see a "200" on the scale again. I recognize that my weight could fluctuate five pounds up tomorrow if I eat a bunch of salt, etc. But this feels like a true milestone. Seventeen pounds (and in only twenty-three days). The best thing about a really low calorie diet is that it's typically very gratifying such that you hang on for one more day, just to see if you can make the next wee milestone. My next wee milestone is 195, because that's twenty pounds. That is TWO cats off my ass.
Here's another milestone. I went out to a restaurant for breakfast after DBoy had a costume fitting (he is in a professional production of Sleeping Beauty). Boy was hungry, DH was hungry and I was too. We go to the Olympian, which is a wonderful family owned Greek breakfast place, like a Village Inn. Only better. Haven't been to Olympian for awhile. I always got the chicken fried steak and eggs, with two biscuits and butter and honey and hash browns. And juice.
There was nothing remotely dietary on this menu. So, I created a vegetarian omelette made with two egg whites and one egg yolk. No cheese. Fresh tomato, green pepper, onion and (gasp!) mushrooms inside. Nixed the side of toast and hash browns that came with it in favor of a half of a cup of blueberries - in part because I love blueberries and in part because this was the ONLY fruit they had that did not come in a can of syrup.
I also had coffee and went a wee bit off program by putting in one of those little dealies of cream.
Breakfast was glorious. I was completely stuffed. This was a milestone for me for all kinds of reasons. First, I determined to make a healthy choice and I did. Next, I asked very specifically for special treatment at this restaurant, because I was not going to settle for the "closest" thing on the menu to my program instead of the perfect thing for my program.
I felt powerful and healthy and assertive.
And I am no longer in the 200 pound range.
And Darling Boy has reported no headaches for the past eighteen hours or so.
AND I'm going to the wool shop today to get more stuff to make woolly pretties with.
All in all a "One-derful" Day.
I never want to see a "200" on the scale again. I recognize that my weight could fluctuate five pounds up tomorrow if I eat a bunch of salt, etc. But this feels like a true milestone. Seventeen pounds (and in only twenty-three days). The best thing about a really low calorie diet is that it's typically very gratifying such that you hang on for one more day, just to see if you can make the next wee milestone. My next wee milestone is 195, because that's twenty pounds. That is TWO cats off my ass.
Here's another milestone. I went out to a restaurant for breakfast after DBoy had a costume fitting (he is in a professional production of Sleeping Beauty). Boy was hungry, DH was hungry and I was too. We go to the Olympian, which is a wonderful family owned Greek breakfast place, like a Village Inn. Only better. Haven't been to Olympian for awhile. I always got the chicken fried steak and eggs, with two biscuits and butter and honey and hash browns. And juice.
There was nothing remotely dietary on this menu. So, I created a vegetarian omelette made with two egg whites and one egg yolk. No cheese. Fresh tomato, green pepper, onion and (gasp!) mushrooms inside. Nixed the side of toast and hash browns that came with it in favor of a half of a cup of blueberries - in part because I love blueberries and in part because this was the ONLY fruit they had that did not come in a can of syrup.
I also had coffee and went a wee bit off program by putting in one of those little dealies of cream.
Breakfast was glorious. I was completely stuffed. This was a milestone for me for all kinds of reasons. First, I determined to make a healthy choice and I did. Next, I asked very specifically for special treatment at this restaurant, because I was not going to settle for the "closest" thing on the menu to my program instead of the perfect thing for my program.
I felt powerful and healthy and assertive.
And I am no longer in the 200 pound range.
And Darling Boy has reported no headaches for the past eighteen hours or so.
AND I'm going to the wool shop today to get more stuff to make woolly pretties with.
All in all a "One-derful" Day.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Lost a Cat
Have I said this before? The Good Scale told me 201.0 this morning. That's 14 pounds. That's a really large cat. It pleases me no end. Next stop: Losing a Cocker Spaniel.
Today it was HARD to get food into me. I had a trial in the AM and then appointments all afternoon. I raced home and heated up leftover cioppino (MY SPECIALTY) and really had about a cup of it, and there wasn't much but yummy garlicky broth left. Then I had a half teaspoon of almond butter (bc it's not on plan but that was ALL I had time to eat and I figured a little protein wouldn't hurt).
Met a friend and colleague to discuss a case tonight at this snazzy bar after work while DBoy was in ballet. First of all, had nifty new haircut, wore pants that two weeks ago were altogether too small and had sparkly earrings on. You apparently need many more earring selections when you have short hair, btw. So I bought some. Heh. Anyway, felt snazzy. I had one glass of wine, four glasses of water, and a plain green salad w/vinaigrette that I dipped my fork into (versus pouring on the salad).
Came home. DH was making steaks. I had Swiss Chard w/ onions and garlic with olive oil PAM as the saute device. Also discovered jarred jalapeno peppers to toss in there - for spice. YUM. And about 5 ounces of delicious steak from the grass fed cow that we bought with DH's brother. Steak was so lovely. Greens were lovely. Drank more water.
So now I feel totally full, AS IF I HAD OVER EATEN. I'll bet I had no more than about 800 calories today. And I feel hog a licious. What is that? Honestly, I am the gal who could put away an entire prepared box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and a hotdog or two (think 1500 cals) in ONE SITTING.
Tomorrow: Uses for leftover steak. I am thinking thinly sliced and put into some mexican flavored something. I could make pretend fajitas and use lettuce leaves for the wrapping.
I'm still surprised I feel that I overate. Perhaps I ate something like a cake or something and did not know it? Am I the Sybil of Dieting?
Today it was HARD to get food into me. I had a trial in the AM and then appointments all afternoon. I raced home and heated up leftover cioppino (MY SPECIALTY) and really had about a cup of it, and there wasn't much but yummy garlicky broth left. Then I had a half teaspoon of almond butter (bc it's not on plan but that was ALL I had time to eat and I figured a little protein wouldn't hurt).
Met a friend and colleague to discuss a case tonight at this snazzy bar after work while DBoy was in ballet. First of all, had nifty new haircut, wore pants that two weeks ago were altogether too small and had sparkly earrings on. You apparently need many more earring selections when you have short hair, btw. So I bought some. Heh. Anyway, felt snazzy. I had one glass of wine, four glasses of water, and a plain green salad w/vinaigrette that I dipped my fork into (versus pouring on the salad).
Came home. DH was making steaks. I had Swiss Chard w/ onions and garlic with olive oil PAM as the saute device. Also discovered jarred jalapeno peppers to toss in there - for spice. YUM. And about 5 ounces of delicious steak from the grass fed cow that we bought with DH's brother. Steak was so lovely. Greens were lovely. Drank more water.
So now I feel totally full, AS IF I HAD OVER EATEN. I'll bet I had no more than about 800 calories today. And I feel hog a licious. What is that? Honestly, I am the gal who could put away an entire prepared box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and a hotdog or two (think 1500 cals) in ONE SITTING.
Tomorrow: Uses for leftover steak. I am thinking thinly sliced and put into some mexican flavored something. I could make pretend fajitas and use lettuce leaves for the wrapping.
I'm still surprised I feel that I overate. Perhaps I ate something like a cake or something and did not know it? Am I the Sybil of Dieting?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Inspiration
Today I read Kelly's blog "Run Kelly Run." I was a blubbering emotional mess by the end of it. It was so incredibly helpful to read her thoughts about deciding to run and then running. Really really doing it. And she's not one of those perfectly skinny "OMG let's just run 100 miles for fun" sort of women with whom I (at least at this point) have nothing in common. So, it started me thinking: Perhaps I need to Move My Large Ass.
I should talk a little bit about my life/job/family here. I work full time, for myself, but as freedom giving as this sounds, it's not. Having your own business is expensive. There is No Net. If you don't keep moving at work, you will stop having business and then you will starve. Darling Husband is an artist and is going back to University to finish a teaching degree. There's no other source of income at this point. I worry about how on earth I am going to find a way to work in exercise, with DB's ballet work (he goes 10 - 12 hours per week) and the practice and Husband's hurt back (yesterday, shoveling snow, and now he can't drive) and and and. Where can I fit in that kind of time for myself? Honestly, I tend to want to READ if I'm taking time for myself, not exercise. Also, it feels really really selfish to take the time.
Part of this is tied up in where I put my energy and get my rewards. Like my mother, I have made my career a huge focus and giant source of self esteem. Don't get me wrong. My work is hard. It's a specialty area and I'm good at it. And I like getting self esteem units in any format. But my sense of being just a fat horse pulling a heavy wagon, with no other input, that is just not healthy.
Unlike my mother, I also get huge esteem and have big focus on my little family. Mother really didn't seem to like being a mother, but she taught me some important lessons (bag home ec class and take chemistry) and I am grateful to her for that. I know I am a much better mother than she was. I can say that without any hesitation. She never had any fun, never too much time for herself except for working. That's what being born in the 20's will do for ya.
Anyway, it has been growing on me for some time that I have really become a one or two trick pony (to keep our horse metaphor going) and that in the process, I have bored myself (and likely others) to tears. When I was a teenager (in the pre-cambrian era), I wasn't like that. I was quite social and played four instruments and acted in plays and was drivesified in character. I miss that aspect of myself. There's no going back to high school (thanking god for that) but it is time to diversify my psychological portfolio (especially since my financial one can be depressing).
I think that's where this blog comes in. I think that's where Kelly's inspiration comes in. I think that's why I've been playing with wool. And wanting to paint, which is hysterical, because I have no artistic talent, WHATSOEVER. Honestly, I cannot draw a straight line. And thinking about exercise. Exercise time that is just for me. Exercise time that I like. In grad school I did Jazzercise. I loved it. That was what helped me lose quite a bit of weight. I was about 125 pounds. I was really really physically healthy. I loved it so much, I used to get a discount on classes because I worked as the person who checked people in. But that was twenty-five years ago. And I cannot wrap my head around liking anything remotely associated with cardiovascular stuff, for all kinds of reasons, including the ones I've talked about here.
However these thoughts may be related to all these weird dreams I keep having. Monday night, it was that the house was burning down around me. Last night, the tornado dreams returned.
I think it was Karl Jung who said that the house is the symbol of the self. If that's the case, then something really is afoot.
Oh and Good Scale read 202.8 this morning. I'm back into reasonable territory again.
I should talk a little bit about my life/job/family here. I work full time, for myself, but as freedom giving as this sounds, it's not. Having your own business is expensive. There is No Net. If you don't keep moving at work, you will stop having business and then you will starve. Darling Husband is an artist and is going back to University to finish a teaching degree. There's no other source of income at this point. I worry about how on earth I am going to find a way to work in exercise, with DB's ballet work (he goes 10 - 12 hours per week) and the practice and Husband's hurt back (yesterday, shoveling snow, and now he can't drive) and and and. Where can I fit in that kind of time for myself? Honestly, I tend to want to READ if I'm taking time for myself, not exercise. Also, it feels really really selfish to take the time.
Part of this is tied up in where I put my energy and get my rewards. Like my mother, I have made my career a huge focus and giant source of self esteem. Don't get me wrong. My work is hard. It's a specialty area and I'm good at it. And I like getting self esteem units in any format. But my sense of being just a fat horse pulling a heavy wagon, with no other input, that is just not healthy.
Unlike my mother, I also get huge esteem and have big focus on my little family. Mother really didn't seem to like being a mother, but she taught me some important lessons (bag home ec class and take chemistry) and I am grateful to her for that. I know I am a much better mother than she was. I can say that without any hesitation. She never had any fun, never too much time for herself except for working. That's what being born in the 20's will do for ya.
Anyway, it has been growing on me for some time that I have really become a one or two trick pony (to keep our horse metaphor going) and that in the process, I have bored myself (and likely others) to tears. When I was a teenager (in the pre-cambrian era), I wasn't like that. I was quite social and played four instruments and acted in plays and was drivesified in character. I miss that aspect of myself. There's no going back to high school (thanking god for that) but it is time to diversify my psychological portfolio (especially since my financial one can be depressing).
I think that's where this blog comes in. I think that's where Kelly's inspiration comes in. I think that's why I've been playing with wool. And wanting to paint, which is hysterical, because I have no artistic talent, WHATSOEVER. Honestly, I cannot draw a straight line. And thinking about exercise. Exercise time that is just for me. Exercise time that I like. In grad school I did Jazzercise. I loved it. That was what helped me lose quite a bit of weight. I was about 125 pounds. I was really really physically healthy. I loved it so much, I used to get a discount on classes because I worked as the person who checked people in. But that was twenty-five years ago. And I cannot wrap my head around liking anything remotely associated with cardiovascular stuff, for all kinds of reasons, including the ones I've talked about here.
However these thoughts may be related to all these weird dreams I keep having. Monday night, it was that the house was burning down around me. Last night, the tornado dreams returned.
I think it was Karl Jung who said that the house is the symbol of the self. If that's the case, then something really is afoot.
Oh and Good Scale read 202.8 this morning. I'm back into reasonable territory again.
Inspiration
Today I read Kelly's blog "Run Kelly Run." I was a blubbering emotional mess by the end of it. It was so incredibly helpful to read her thoughts about deciding to run and then running. Really really doing it. And she's not one of those perfectly skinny "OMG let's just run 100 miles for fun" sort of women with whom I (at least at this point) have nothing in common. So, it started me thinking: Perhaps I need to Move My Large Ass.
I should talk a little bit about my life/job/family here. I work full time, for myself, but as freedom giving as this sounds, it's not. Having your own business is expensive. There is No Net. If you don't keep moving at work, you will stop having business and then you will starve. Darling Husband is an artist and is going back to University to finish a teaching degree. There's no other source of income at this point. I worry about how on earth I am going to find a way to work in exercise, with DB's ballet work (he goes 10 - 12 hours per week) and the practice and Husband's hurt back (yesterday, shoveling snow, and now he can't drive) and and and. Where can I fit in that kind of time for myself? Honestly, I tend to want to READ if I'm taking time for myself, not exercise. Also, it feels really really selfish to take the time.
Part of this is tied up in where I put my energy and get my rewards. Like my mother, I have made my career a huge focus and giant source of self esteem. Don't get me wrong. My work is hard. It's a specialty area and I'm good at it. And I like getting self esteem units in any format. But my sense of being just a fat horse pulling a heavy wagon, with no other input, that is just not healthy.
Unlike my mother, I also get huge esteem and have big focus on my little family. Mother really didn't seem to like being a mother, but she taught me some important lessons (bag home ec class and take chemistry) and I am grateful to her for that. I know I am a much better mother than she was. I can say that without any hesitation. She never had any fun, never too much time for herself except for working. That's what being born in the 20's will do for ya.
Anyway, it has been growing on me for some time that I have really become a one or two trick pony (to keep our horse metaphor going) and that in the process, I have bored myself (and likely others) to tears. When I was a teenager (in the pre-cambrian era), I wasn't like that. I was quite social and played four instruments and acted in plays and was drivesified in character. I miss that aspect of myself. There's no going back to high school (thanking god for that) but it is time to diversify my psychological portfolio (especially since my financial one can be depressing).
I think that's where this blog comes in. I think that's where Kelly's inspiration comes in. I think that's why I've been playing with wool. And wanting to paint, which is hysterical, because I have no artistic talent, WHATSOEVER. Honestly, I cannot draw a straight line. And thinking about exercise. Exercise time that is just for me. Exercise time that I like. In grad school I did Jazzercise. I loved it. That was what helped me lose quite a bit of weight. I was about 125 pounds. I was really really physically healthy. I loved it so much, I used to get a discount on classes because I worked as the person who checked people in. But that was twenty-five years ago. And I cannot wrap my head around liking anything remotely associated with cardiovascular stuff, for all kinds of reasons, including the ones I've talked about here.
However these thoughts may be related to all these weird dreams I keep having. Monday night, it was that the house was burning down around me. Last night, the tornado dreams returned.
I think it was Karl Jung who said that the house is the symbol of the self. If that's the case, then something really is afoot.
Oh and Good Scale read 202.8 this morning. I'm back into reasonable territory again.
I should talk a little bit about my life/job/family here. I work full time, for myself, but as freedom giving as this sounds, it's not. Having your own business is expensive. There is No Net. If you don't keep moving at work, you will stop having business and then you will starve. Darling Husband is an artist and is going back to University to finish a teaching degree. There's no other source of income at this point. I worry about how on earth I am going to find a way to work in exercise, with DB's ballet work (he goes 10 - 12 hours per week) and the practice and Husband's hurt back (yesterday, shoveling snow, and now he can't drive) and and and. Where can I fit in that kind of time for myself? Honestly, I tend to want to READ if I'm taking time for myself, not exercise. Also, it feels really really selfish to take the time.
Part of this is tied up in where I put my energy and get my rewards. Like my mother, I have made my career a huge focus and giant source of self esteem. Don't get me wrong. My work is hard. It's a specialty area and I'm good at it. And I like getting self esteem units in any format. But my sense of being just a fat horse pulling a heavy wagon, with no other input, that is just not healthy.
Unlike my mother, I also get huge esteem and have big focus on my little family. Mother really didn't seem to like being a mother, but she taught me some important lessons (bag home ec class and take chemistry) and I am grateful to her for that. I know I am a much better mother than she was. I can say that without any hesitation. She never had any fun, never too much time for herself except for working. That's what being born in the 20's will do for ya.
Anyway, it has been growing on me for some time that I have really become a one or two trick pony (to keep our horse metaphor going) and that in the process, I have bored myself (and likely others) to tears. When I was a teenager (in the pre-cambrian era), I wasn't like that. I was quite social and played four instruments and acted in plays and was drivesified in character. I miss that aspect of myself. There's no going back to high school (thanking god for that) but it is time to diversify my psychological portfolio (especially since my financial one can be depressing).
I think that's where this blog comes in. I think that's where Kelly's inspiration comes in. I think that's why I've been playing with wool. And wanting to paint, which is hysterical, because I have no artistic talent, WHATSOEVER. Honestly, I cannot draw a straight line. And thinking about exercise. Exercise time that is just for me. Exercise time that I like. In grad school I did Jazzercise. I loved it. That was what helped me lose quite a bit of weight. I was about 125 pounds. I was really really physically healthy. I loved it so much, I used to get a discount on classes because I worked as the person who checked people in. But that was twenty-five years ago. And I cannot wrap my head around liking anything remotely associated with cardiovascular stuff, for all kinds of reasons, including the ones I've talked about here.
However these thoughts may be related to all these weird dreams I keep having. Monday night, it was that the house was burning down around me. Last night, the tornado dreams returned.
I think it was Karl Jung who said that the house is the symbol of the self. If that's the case, then something really is afoot.
Oh and Good Scale read 202.8 this morning. I'm back into reasonable territory again.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Hair Cut
Well I did it. I chopped off my hair. I LOVE IT. This is a big deal because I worry that having short hair will make me look even fatter than I am now, but it didn't. Instead, it helps me look much less dowdy and my head feels lovely and light.
I tend to see symbolic meaning in everything. The last time I cut my hair off, I ended up losing a great deal of weight. Then I just let it grow, like an untended hedge. So today, for who knows what reason (ok, perhaps we do know) I said "just cut it the way you think it will look best" and voila. Shag/Pixie look. Perhaps I will keep this look all the way to my "after" pictures. Who knows?
Every day I realize that despite the drastic measure of this HCG diet, this truly is beginning - just beginning - to feel like a lifestyle. This way of thinking has to grow on you - like mold in the shower (sorry, no better analogy available). Slowly but steadily.
Went to Whole Foods again for the THIRD TIME IN A ROW! Eve, my favorite checker noticed my fab new short hairdo. So did the beautiful woman in the vitamin aisle. Go figure. Wore nifty felted scarf that I made myself (using this japanese technique involving silk and raw wool roving and lots of elbow grease) and I headed right to the greens aisle. This was because I ate my last bit of green in the fridge (asparagus) last night. So instead of heading to a fast food joint because I was starving, I went to WF, bought my greens, and came home and made delicious sea scallops on the old George Foreman, then wilted my greens (I only love warm food - unless it's ice cream and I really don't love ice cream) and ate a healthy lunch ON PROGRAM.
Today I didn't feel as weird in Whole Foods. I didn't feel like I was the "token fat girl" or anything like that. I didn't even feel self conscious buying greens - like the fat woman who is obviously on a diet. Nothing. Instead, I felt my deliciously light head, peered out at the lovely snow falling, thought about my 4 PM client and had a sense of contentment.
Yay.
I tend to see symbolic meaning in everything. The last time I cut my hair off, I ended up losing a great deal of weight. Then I just let it grow, like an untended hedge. So today, for who knows what reason (ok, perhaps we do know) I said "just cut it the way you think it will look best" and voila. Shag/Pixie look. Perhaps I will keep this look all the way to my "after" pictures. Who knows?
Every day I realize that despite the drastic measure of this HCG diet, this truly is beginning - just beginning - to feel like a lifestyle. This way of thinking has to grow on you - like mold in the shower (sorry, no better analogy available). Slowly but steadily.
Went to Whole Foods again for the THIRD TIME IN A ROW! Eve, my favorite checker noticed my fab new short hairdo. So did the beautiful woman in the vitamin aisle. Go figure. Wore nifty felted scarf that I made myself (using this japanese technique involving silk and raw wool roving and lots of elbow grease) and I headed right to the greens aisle. This was because I ate my last bit of green in the fridge (asparagus) last night. So instead of heading to a fast food joint because I was starving, I went to WF, bought my greens, and came home and made delicious sea scallops on the old George Foreman, then wilted my greens (I only love warm food - unless it's ice cream and I really don't love ice cream) and ate a healthy lunch ON PROGRAM.
Today I didn't feel as weird in Whole Foods. I didn't feel like I was the "token fat girl" or anything like that. I didn't even feel self conscious buying greens - like the fat woman who is obviously on a diet. Nothing. Instead, I felt my deliciously light head, peered out at the lovely snow falling, thought about my 4 PM client and had a sense of contentment.
Yay.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Scare
I got a call from the school today. Darling Boy fell off the top of the ten foot slide at his school. He was sliding on the edge of the slide and some other kid slid right behind him and he took a flying superman fall onto his chest at school. I was in a session and got the call about a half hour later. Flew to the school. He had ringing ears, nausea, and a headache. This means head injury. Called Dr. Lou the old time pediatrician we see, thinking he'd say "well bring him in" or "watch him." Instead, Lou said "get him to the emergency room."
Heart pounding, went to Children's Hospital ER. They felt the back of his neck. He said "ow." They put him in a C Collar. Flat on his back. My heart rate went up a bit. Darling Husband was in class. Posted my situation on Facebook - why I don't know - and Hilarious Pastor shows up spontaneously at hospital to hold my hand and promise he will give me wine as soon as I am off this low carb diet.
In the end, the verdict was Concussion. Darling Boy cannot do any ballet (did I already say he dances about ten hours a week in the academy of the very good professional ballet in our city?) and can't leap about and can't run and so forth for a week. We need to continue to watch him the rest of the night.
DBoy seems fine. Indeed he was flirting with the really hot blonde MD who looked at him today. Afterward, he got the "You Terrified Me and Promise You Will Never Ever Again Fuck Around On the Swing at That School Where No One Watches the Kids on the Playground" lecture.
I have only eaten 4 oz of chicken and asparagus so far today.
So I'm getting out the George Foreman and doing a low fat burger. I would like to substitute my two apple carb portions today for some wine. The Pastor encouraged it. He even said he'd get the wine.
Husband also encourages it.
We will see.
The whole thing reminded me about what is important and what is not. Hug your kids tonight my lovelies. Kiss them on their non-concussed heads.
Heart pounding, went to Children's Hospital ER. They felt the back of his neck. He said "ow." They put him in a C Collar. Flat on his back. My heart rate went up a bit. Darling Husband was in class. Posted my situation on Facebook - why I don't know - and Hilarious Pastor shows up spontaneously at hospital to hold my hand and promise he will give me wine as soon as I am off this low carb diet.
In the end, the verdict was Concussion. Darling Boy cannot do any ballet (did I already say he dances about ten hours a week in the academy of the very good professional ballet in our city?) and can't leap about and can't run and so forth for a week. We need to continue to watch him the rest of the night.
DBoy seems fine. Indeed he was flirting with the really hot blonde MD who looked at him today. Afterward, he got the "You Terrified Me and Promise You Will Never Ever Again Fuck Around On the Swing at That School Where No One Watches the Kids on the Playground" lecture.
I have only eaten 4 oz of chicken and asparagus so far today.
So I'm getting out the George Foreman and doing a low fat burger. I would like to substitute my two apple carb portions today for some wine. The Pastor encouraged it. He even said he'd get the wine.
Husband also encourages it.
We will see.
The whole thing reminded me about what is important and what is not. Hug your kids tonight my lovelies. Kiss them on their non-concussed heads.
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