A "fat day"...excessive whining

Mar 23, 2010

Well, I've lost 17 lbs. since surgery (and 5 the week before...for a total of, yes, break out your calculator...22 lbs) and if I stand up, my pants will likely slide down to a distinct, teenage, hip-hop star status. Why am I having a fat day regardless? I feel like a Weeble! Yes, you remember Weebles, don't you? Weebles wobble but they don't fall down...that's me today. I couldn't feel any more Weeble-esque if I tried .

And another thing....I would likely part with a limb at this point just to be able to drink a whole glass of water in less than 30 minutes...heck, in less than an hour would be great!

Oh, and oatmeal made me feel nauseous this morning...yes, f-ing oatmeal. Seriously?

I'm still having trouble getting in all of my protein and I keep having these visions of my future bald self...super attractive .

I don't want to be at work...I just want to go home and sleep and hope that I wake up feeling a little less bitchy and a lot less round. I'm feeling overworked and under-appreciated (translation...underpaid). I kind-of wish I was 19 again so that I could just say, "hey, this isn't working out for me...I'm going home" and it wouldn't matter to me. Alas, I am 35...36 in a couple of weeks (yes, closer to 40 than 30...woohoo...another reason to be in a good mood)....which means that I have to act like a real grown-up and pay my bills, yada yada yada.

OK...that is all the self-pity that even I can listen to today . Looking forward to tomorrow.

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