Awhile back, I said that Sweety was going to start cooking for me in my effort to lose weight. Well, that went over like a lead balloon. He's been busy and I can't cook a batch of chicken on the grill to save my life. I'm just no good at planning meals.
A couple of weeks ago I went to the doctor because my blood pressure was insanely high (again) and noticed that I'd gained 8 pounds since the last time that I was there. I've decided that I really don't want to have a stroke and that I'm tired of being tired all of the time and after that visit (Okay, not right after that visit. A day or so after that visit when I looked in the mirror and saw myself hiding in the bathroom, eating a candybar and drinking milk.) I decided that I needed to reign my shit in and joined up at Nutrisystem.
Tidy little boxes of food arrived on Thursday and I started the diet on Friday and have not deviated from it yet. Staying on a diet for 72 hours may not seem like a big thing to you but it is to me.
My big problem is constant grazing (If I'm awake, I'm probably eating.) and that I have no eye for portion control or the types of foods that I need to eat. Actually measuring out the stuff that I'm eating has really made me see how I was eating wayyyyyy too much of things. Like what I was eating as a serving was actually 2 or 3. And for the past 2 nights I haven't crept out of bed after Sweety falls asleep to attack the icebox. Hopefully, this trend will continue.
I started a book today that I'm really liking. The Nimrod Flipout. It's a collection of short stories that are disturbingly funny or make me feel uneasy after I've read them. I'm halfway through the book and hate to see it end. I think I'll order everything else that this guy has written.
Oh, ouch! I just swung my hair out of the way and bumped into two growths on my neck. Fucking yuck. These bitches hurt. I don't think they are pimples. I think they are some sort of baby spider pods or something. Have you ever heard of putting toothpaste on a pimple? Sweety swears by it. I think I'll give it a try before bedtime. If these things don't go away, I may need to buy a scarf to hide them.
Speaking of Sweety - His arm and neck are still hurting him. He's starting to lose muscle tone in the arm that he can't use. This week when he goes to his doctor, I hope that they decide to do something besides waiting to see if it will get better. Sweety asked me what I would do and I told him I'd get a shot in my neck to numb it and then take a couple of weeks off of work to just lay on my back and let it get better. He just can't bear to be off of work. I pointed out that if it doesn't get well soon that he'll end up getting surgery and will be out of work for that anyway. So he may as well take the time off to just lay around and let it heal and avoid surgery.
And the drug induced conversations that I've had with him! The other night, I accidentally whacked him when I was rolling over and he woke up whimpering in pain and started telling me that my bedside manner was horrible. I got up to go to the bathroom and he yelled, "Get back in here when I'm talking to you! I'm paying $500 a day for this room! What kind of hospital are you running?!" It's a good thing that I was already on the toilet or I would've pissed all over myself.