I got a call from the doctor's office this morning. They got my labs back, and it would seem that I have a bladder infection, something relatively common in the wake of bringing another human into the world.
Bladder infection. Which is tres strange, seeing as I have not experienced a single expected symptom of said infection. I hope, HOPEHOPEHOPE, that this is my only malady, and that this is just some crazy atypical presentation, and that I haven't fatty-fooded my way into an O.R.. Hopehopehope. But Tuesday is ultrasound day, so more should be known then.
This morning on my way to the pharmacy, I asked husband if he wanted anything from the grocery store next door. He let me know that he would like "something sweet", and that cookies would be good, and I said that he was a jerk for making me buy delicious cookies that I am not allowed to eat, so he told me to get some cookies that I don't like and I told him that there's no such thing so he chose Chewy Chips Ahoy. But I think he's a jerk.
Today, I weighed 157, which is a new post-Kaden low, and only 2 pounds overweight, and only 37 more pounds to go till I achieve Maximum Awesomeness. So yay!!!! I very much needed that kind of encouragement, as my resolve has begun to waver these past few days. I can't say as I'm cheating on my diet, since I think that would be very dangerous and may increase the pain I feel ALL THE DANG TIME anyway, (hopehopehope), but my desire and motivation has changed. I don't waaaaant to do this anymore.
My next weightloss goal is becoming a healthy-weighted person, or weighing less than my husband, whichever comes first. And I... oh crap. The baby woke up again and I haven't worked out yet. Okay, so long folks, I need to see if I can squeeze something in before he becomes vera vera angry with me.
Stories and gripings about exercise, dieting, life, and what it's been like learning to leave the love handles behind.
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