I've convinced myself that I'm dying.
The doctor had some blood tests done on Tuesday, but I have yet to hear back from him about the results.
I literally can't stay awake. I feel horrible.
I spend all day fighting the urge to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, but the second Gabby goes down for a nap, I'm out cold.
I can't get enough sleep. Nor, can I get enough to eat. I've been out of control with the eating and I'm scared to step on the scale on Monday. I'm looking to food for comfort, to make me feel better, but it's not helping. It's just making the size of my ass expand.
Tony's not happy about all of the eating of junk food. He's made a few "Dickish" comments ("You don't NEED chocolate covered pretzels!" "Are those flaming hot cheetos going to help you lose weight?") and I've wanted to punch him in the neck a few times, but I KNOW he's coming from a good place. He knows how important it is to me to get to my goal, he also knows how miserable I was when I was 230 pounds, so, I totally understand where he's coming from. He's scared that I'm going to revert back to my old ways and he's trying to "save me". He really needs to learn a better way to go about it though, because when he says things like that, I want to stuff my face with cupcakes and double cheeseburgers JUST TO SPITE HIM.
The truth is, even if he said it in a "nice and loving" way, I'd still want to punch him in the neck because DUDE, leave me alone and let me eat my bag of flaming hot cheetos in peace. I AM SICK, I AM ALLOWED NOW GO MAKE ME AN EGG BURRITO.
My house is falling apart because I'm too tired to do anything. Dishes? Piled up. Laundry? Piled up.
And let's not even discuss the assness of The Blog. I've done nothing but speak of my flared up ass, my overabundance of yeast, rashes. It's like "WHO WANTS A HUG FROM MAMA?!" Right?
I feel like I owe you, the internet, an apology.
I also feel like I need another nap.
But first, I must finish the bag of chocolate covered pretzels that I don't need.







First: I don't know if there is a man, no...person alive that can properly ask you/me/us if we need the flaming hot cheetos and chocolate covered pretzels without somehow pissing us off. I don't think it can be done.
Second: Tired happens. I'm so tired right now that I can't stand it. And I have no idea why. None. But every night I'm out by 9 and I sleep deeply all night and I hate to get out of the bed. And I do nothing. Maybe it's Spring Fever! :P
We can band together in the piled up laundry club. My hubby did the piled up dishes last night. Bless his heart.
Oh...third: You are not dying. How do I know? I just do. You....you're not dying. Not now anyway! :D
And no apology to the Internet. NO! Why are you apologizing? There is no need.