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Thursday, May 19, 2011

VSG Surgery Oversleeping and Lazy


Today I hit a milestone exactly one year and three months out from surgery. Its kind of a big deal, but I'm gonna sit on it for a little bit until I can make sure that its real. Its a really good thing and I've shared it with my inner circle, but I don't wanna get too excited just yet.

The Sandman must have climbed in bed and did unspeakable things to me cause my ass slept in like a pregnant teenager after the graveyard shift at Wendy's. Jeepers! I didn't stay up any later than usual, so I don't know what's going on. Well, I take that back. I have a sneaking suspicion about what's going on. Even though I have tons more energy overall, I find that when I'm actively losing weight I feel way more tired than usual. Even though the scale is barely creeping down, I know that's not an adequate gauge of my weight loss cause I look smaller to me. I've been doing a shit ton of weight training, too so you know what that means. Weight loss, but Bessie really can't measure it.

I'm a koala! A sleepy one to boot.
The Sandman's bastard son, Molassesman, came to visit me as well. I didn't do one productive thing today. No, I did wash my hair, but if you knew exactly how long it'd been since shampoo last had touched my tresses, you probably would have scheduled me for a dip, an add on pyrethrin treatment and de-mange and the nearest vet. *giving myself the side eye* I haven't folded one stitch of laundry, put soap on one dish, picked up anything off of the floor, NOTHING! In my defense though, gritty leftover sand PLUS molasses really puts the kibosh on any movement that you wanted to do for the day. That's a lot of friction and in the worst possible way. I hope I don't get fired from being a housewife. OOOHH, my demented mind has come up with the perfect solution for the next time this happens. When PT comes home, Imma tackle him at the door, strip him naked, ride him to sleep, and when he wakes up a few hours later I'm gonna act like all of that mess happened while he was asleep."No baby, it was clean when you got home. I don't know what happened while you were sleeping!"  I'm an evil genius!!!

I've barely even eaten today. Breakfast was a Premier protein shake, lunch was a Coke Zero and a handful of animal crackers, and my midday snack was the same handful of animal crackers. My food intake for the day hasn't been ideal and I know I can do better, but I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE IT! I don't want to make a salad, I'm too lazy to warm up food that already in my fridge, it is just one of those days people. Can somebody come peel me off of this chair, lay me on the couch, and put the remote in my hand?

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  1. If that trick with blaming the mess on PT works, make sure to let us know. I can fully sympathize with the not getting anything accomplished day. I have them too. Of course, I don't have anyone around to blame it on...

  2. Oooh, I want to know the secret big milestone!!

  3. Way,

    Your plan is GENIUS. Take it from one who has used this ploy many times-with success, I might add. By the time Moe woke up, satisfied & always with that 'pudding face' (Jell-O commercial), as long as there was a post coital pastrami sandwich waiting for him, he didn't care about the suspiciously sticky spot on the floor in the living room...

  4. You know how they say babies sleep a lot because they're growing? Well, you're tired 'cause you're SHRINKING...


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