Within/Without

Peace. Have I mentioned lately that I hate physicians? I have vets too but that's for another time. I'm a dentist. When someone comes in, they say what the problem is, that problem gets addressed. Oh we may tell you about some other isht we see, but what you came for will have a resolution. Physicians.... not so much. I went to the doctor. The 7 and I got married last month, and now I'm legal with insurance! My excema is pushing and I want a cortisone shot before it full out flares. I get 1 every year. Since this is kinda new insurance, they decided to give them a once over. I went in there for a shot. I didn't get it. because I'm not in full flare, they want to wait until I am fully flared, before they give me the shot. That seems cruel to me. Flares are painful and disfiguring. They want me to try a bunch of different types of meds.... that I told them I already have at home.... to see if they would work. They wanted to take my blood to check me for shit I kn

Peace. This week was another good week. I lost an additional 2” from my waist. Which means I'm back to my regular measurements. Yay! And my clothes reflect it by not killing me to wear. I'm actually wearing the skirt that prompted me to lose weight. So there's that. But even though it's good to be back... it's not where I want to be. My 1st paid goal is to get under 40” in my waist area. That would require a loss of 3 more inches..... yeesh. This week I continued to keep it under 800 calories. I did fall back on the exercise though. I'm lazy is all. And I don't enjoy running anymore since I ran that race. Who knew I was a shitty runner? So I'm going to have to find something else to get my body moving. Technically, just living should burn off more than 800 cal/day. But I know... and you know... if I keep doing the same thing, eventually it will stop working. Oh well. I took a cheat day where I ate all the things I wanted. It was glorious. I went to

Peace. Well.... I am satisfied to say that I lost 2 inches from my waist! Yay damnit! For all you haters out there, I know the 1st week is always the best week. I will still take the victory. I have 2 more inches to get back to my normal waist measurement. And 6 more to achieve my 1st goal. My scale broke and I really don't know how that translates into pounds. I work in a hospital. I suppose with dedication I could find a scale somewhere. I'm not that dedicated. At some point I will have to. My 2nd and 3rd goal is contingent on the scale. But my 1st is not. I'll look into finding a scale then. My issue of the day is supplements.... I hate to have to take them. I feel like you should adjust your diet and lifestyle to get all that you need. Truth be told.... I'm living in this reality like most people. I have a 9-5, and all the pressure that come with middle class living for this world. I don't have the time or money to focus entirely on being super healthy. I tr

Peace..... Well here I go again.... I'm on another diet. I was switching out some clothes. It's getting cooler. And I realized that everything was tight. I was feeling like ground and seasoned swine and my clothes are the casing. That is not a good feeling. I got the tape measure out and check my waist measurement. It's the only measurement I ever know off the top of my head. And surely as I'm sitting here, the measurement wasn't just an inch bigger, but 5 inches bigger than it normally is. I even had to pin the blouse that I'm wearing and I'm wearing a minimizer bra!Woooooow....... I'm not buying or making a new wardrobe for this size. So I gotta handle my business. This summer was taxing for me. In April I had car accident and wasn't running like I normally would. Actually, I didn't run at all. Then my brother died in May and I have been mourning. Y'all know I sew, right? I made a mourning capsule wardrobe and I made everything supe