Taken down
So I don't even really remember when I last posted. I have been keeping trackof my food really well on my palm pilot but I left it at home this morning. I'm all messed up because I've been sick with some kind of stomach bug the last few days. Oh, and I lost my watch somewhere. I don't even remember taking it off.
I started feeling ill on monday right at the end of the work day. My stomach made this horrible noise , the sound of some bad shit about to come down. By the time I got home I was squeezing the old butt cheeks together to keep from exploding. The H man had locked both the front and back doors on me after I left that morning (he was home looking after Monk) so I was franitcally runing from door to door banging on them praying he'd hear me before I shit my pants. It was a very close call. I felt pretty crappy yesterday but went to work in the morning anyway. By lunchtime I was terrified that if I was to eat something I'd be sick. So I went home and had some macaroni and cheese. I figured, if I am going to be sick I should eat what I want. I contemplated going through the drive thru on my way home but thought it would be rude to eat hamburgers in front of the babysitter.
So far today I haven't had any stomach issues. I managed to eat breakfast this morning without feeling like was going to puke things are looking up. I've still got some pain in my stomach but I don't feel like I need tobe able to run to the bathroom at the drop of a hat. I plan to make it to the gym tonight.
I'm starting to get a little discouraged. I've been stepping on the scale with a fair amount of regularity and not seeing any progress. It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen changes. I know it's probably only been a matter of a week...maybe even days. But I feel like it should be quicker than this. I'm sticking to my workout plan I should be able to see results on a regular basis. I just have to remind myself that I started at the gym in January and I didn't see any results until nearly the end of February. I have to remember. I have to stop being so impatient.
I started feeling ill on monday right at the end of the work day. My stomach made this horrible noise , the sound of some bad shit about to come down. By the time I got home I was squeezing the old butt cheeks together to keep from exploding. The H man had locked both the front and back doors on me after I left that morning (he was home looking after Monk) so I was franitcally runing from door to door banging on them praying he'd hear me before I shit my pants. It was a very close call. I felt pretty crappy yesterday but went to work in the morning anyway. By lunchtime I was terrified that if I was to eat something I'd be sick. So I went home and had some macaroni and cheese. I figured, if I am going to be sick I should eat what I want. I contemplated going through the drive thru on my way home but thought it would be rude to eat hamburgers in front of the babysitter.
So far today I haven't had any stomach issues. I managed to eat breakfast this morning without feeling like was going to puke things are looking up. I've still got some pain in my stomach but I don't feel like I need tobe able to run to the bathroom at the drop of a hat. I plan to make it to the gym tonight.
I'm starting to get a little discouraged. I've been stepping on the scale with a fair amount of regularity and not seeing any progress. It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen changes. I know it's probably only been a matter of a week...maybe even days. But I feel like it should be quicker than this. I'm sticking to my workout plan I should be able to see results on a regular basis. I just have to remind myself that I started at the gym in January and I didn't see any results until nearly the end of February. I have to remember. I have to stop being so impatient.
posted by Dealing with it at 4:55 AM
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