
Melting If It Kills Me
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Running Late in the Morning

Monday, October 12, 2015
Down and Out
Ugh. Mini vacation from this blog I guess..and hell yes, I cheated. I had my class reunion, travel to Georgia, dancing, and walking all around St Mary's yesterday...so I am paying for it ...last night was really painful and I got maybe 2 hours of sleep....so woke late...didn't fix green drink. Hell I do not feel like having anything. I'm just getting through the day and laying down (hopefully). I am behind on writing stuff so under tremendous pressure because I hate to say one thing and not deliver but I need some time off ...two days. So may hibernate. Regardless, I'll get a scale shot in tonight or tomorrow...time for work shower now. Reallllllllllllllllllllllllllly tired. Zombie Dean today. :-/
Friday, October 9, 2015
RoachMan MeltDown Bingo Blowout

OH OH OH just remembered too, that at after midnight Jon was cooking eggs....so what did i do? I got up and had three eggs with ketchup!! I did drink the doo doo hot tea last night (chased by almond milk cuz I hate the taste of that stuff) but I have not pooped yet. So maybe I will lose something :) once it gets out of my guts! :) Gross I know :)
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Thursday Over The Hump
Ok so I've lost some pounds. Last night I went a little overboard though on eating. I had a green drink for breakfast....good. Then had a boiled egg for lunch...good. Then for dinner we were SUPPOSED to go to Captain D's for the grilled Tilapia for $5 ..senior day(even though we've been sneaking for two years and neither of us is senior yet..it's how you feel anyway right..isn't that what they say??) but the traffic was chaos so Jon suggested KFC $5 meal so that's where we headed and yes I got a fried chicken breast extra crispy with green beans and a biscuit I might add which I ate rubbed in honey and butter I mixed myself. Ugh. Anyway I am not discouraged because I had good tasting food and still managed a couple pounds to fall off somewhere. :) I got on the treadmill this morning for 20 minutes. I am not going to start any weight training seriously until I get some weight off....so first pounds off...then rebuild my body. I used to be stronger than most men....yes I'm serious...and now I look like a frumpy troll...but the tide's about to turn. Now if the pain would just go away. I'm still in a lot of really bad non sleepable through pain. Sucks. So hopefully tomorrow is better in that department. I'd train pain free for not losing a pound even! :) Ok time for work. Sitting on my ass for 8 hours :) yay
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Barely Here
Only here for a few. Barely awake. I can't do this no sleep thang much longer or I'm going to tip the bucket if you know what I mean. Anyway, another two or three pounds over 24 hours? Crazy. I ate last night too...chips and cheese dip and coke to drink. I did make my vivofit goal for the second day in a row. We will see how today goes. I'm feeling like shit. Cheerio buggers.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Monday Funday NOT

sure that's what I'm dealing with. Of course I am one of the middle income working people so I cannot even go to the doctor to take care of myself because I have to pay for the poor people's insurance while my deductible is so high I can't even go to preventative appointments! Ok yeah I am pissed. Emotional. On my fucking period. Mad at Kevin. And I feel like shit. This was a bad day but I did manage to lose a couple pounds some where in the shit storm. Maybe tomorrow will be better. For now this is the plan: Go to work, water fast or coconut water fast if I can find some on the way to work and go right to sleep when I get home. Fuck the computer so you may not see an entry from me tomorrow night. I'm just going to Nyquil myself into oblivion. I'm still recovering from the Heath Ledger cocktail from the other night....never had it linger this long. Oh well, taking my shitty attitude to bed. Sorry for the negativity tonight but life is sucking right now for me.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Sugar Crack Head
So I thought I'd start again and I thought I was back on the wagon but maybe I got on a space ship instead. :) I've been eating my ass off. I get down and then I really eat myself into oblivion hoping that a sugar coma will take me out of this fat sucky life I'm stuck in but damn God...he keeps me around for something. So tomorrow I'm trying something new. I'm going to go raw. I may be shitting and farting up a storm but that's what I'm going to try to do. And go to the gym and use the treadmill again as much as possible. I hate working because I literally sit on my ass. Yeah, our work isn't somewhere you can take a fifteen minute break, hell we don't even really get a lunch break....just have to wolf whatever down your face while working. It sucks. I looked up the laws and fucking Florida does not say an employer has to provide breaks or lunch. Can you imagine that? It's seriously fucked up. I may get brave and ask my boss if I can clock out everyday about 1pm and take a walk down the road just to get up and move some. What's an hour? Well, it's thirteen dollars to be exact. But hell....five hours a week would amount to a loss of $45. Can I manage that? I think so. I can even bring my bike up to work and bike some days and walk others. Maybe even bring my two ten pound dumb bells for when it's raining outside. *shrug* I'm sick of it all. I really wanted to die last night and took a lotta pills that really had me walking around like a zombie all day today ....I know better but it would be easier to just go away sometimes. People are mean. Kevin (my cowriter) is flaky on me lately and leaves me in the dark and that really pisses me off. So I'm done talking to people for a while. I'll just write my poetry and fuck around in here....Oh hang on...lemme go get a scale pic. Don't fucking be surprised if I'm topping 3 now...cuz I've been really bad. When I am depressed...I tend to forcefeed myself. I know, I need a shrink but that's another thing my fucking job doesn't do...give us good insurance. It covers nothing but some emergency care place..yeah that's what they call our primary now since we became self insured. Fucking sucks. Ok lemme get weight. BRB. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. LOOK. God...I should just a hit man to fucking put a bullet in it. No hope for this old fat chick. I'm done. Seriously depressed now.
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