Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The low carb thing bombed miserably. And I have more arterial sludge now than ever before. The doctor put me on cholesterol meds yesterday. Freakin wonderful. She told me I was inching up perilously close to the danger zone with my blood glucose, too. Good bye, McDonalds Mocha Frappes. Good bye, burgers and fries. Good bye, indecent quantities of communal red licorice at work. I don't even like that stuff, so why the hell did I eat so much of it? Because it was there? (That's pretty much why I married my second husband too, and a different story entirely, which probably doesn't even belong here, but you know you'll read it anyway sooner or later.)
I haven't gained all my weight back - I'm still twenty-one pounds shy of that - but I could probably pull that off too within a month, if I continue in the direction I'm going. Can't do it. Just can't. I'm on BP meds. I'm on cholesterol meds. What's next? And I'm so DAMNED sick of wearing clothes with X's in them.
Life has been batsh!t crazy, which hasn't helped cement my resolve by any means. Sonnyboy just keeps getting in trouble and avoiding work like a pox-riddled ho, Princess moved back in with the most beautiful little boy in the world because Prince Charming turned out to be a toad, I'm still robbing from Peter to pay Paul, and I'm tripping over stuff in my own house. There's no room for anything. There's always chaos. The sibling rivalry thing apparently lasts well into the twenties. My Silver Fox is spending an awful lot of time in his garage. I'd join him if I didn't think he'd actually put me to work on something.
But it's going to be OK. It's going to be OK. (Said it twice, for luck.) And I've gotten Rosie the Wonderbike dusted off, my treadmill and elliptical set up in the smallest bedroom in the house, and an attitude. Maybe I should have mentioned the attitude first. You probably caught on to that part of the equation by my second paragraph, though. Smart people, here on SparkPeople.