Another one Bites the Dust....

My blog has absolutely nothing to do with that song other than my friend getting it stuck in my head last night. Now I can't get it out.

The other thing I keep saying is "Twins is Twins" which is probably what K. Fed is saying right now. No wonder Brit started getting huge at the beginning of her pregnancy. I thought it was just Doritos and Frapps getting her down, but good thing she has an excuse now.

Today's been a weird day for me. I woke up to find that I've lost 2 more lbs. which brings my total wt. loss to 4 lbs. in 4 days. I guess I can't complain. But after the fiber incident last night I probably should've lost about 10 lbs. But 2 is good.

I went to eat with Brandon at Schlotzky's earlier and I was a good girl and ate salad. B got the potato soup and I was so jealous so he offered me a bite which was totally awesome because that's all I wanted. Then he said, "No 'one bites' allowed, you've gotta have at least two." So I said okay. I was almost finished eating my salad when I looked over and noticed that all of the soup was gone and I hadn't even gotten ONE bite yet. Jeez. Then he felt bad and wanted to buy me a whole cup which totally defeated the purpose of just having one bite, so we left.

I got home to check my mail because I have a million ebay items simultaneously being shipped to my apartment and much to my surprise not one of them was there. Not even the scrapbook crap that I bought over a month ago. That made me a little angry....even more than the soup did.

I walk upstairs and even more to my surprise I have no key to my apartment. B has it. Great. It was definitely fixable but still a pain in the arse.

The point to all of this crap.....
I really hate whenever you're having a good day. One that starts out with you losing weight, and making every light on the way to work, only to be ruined by stupid things. I know that my entire day isn't ruined but it did make it bittersweet.

Tomorrow I'm shooting for weight loss and absolutely NO bad things.

Vote for Fiber

Welcome to Hell. Alright, it's not Exactly hell, but it's pretty close. I've started eating good and I have to give myself props for that, but right now I hate myself. I ate fiber today and lots of it. Not 10 grams, or 20 even.....try 26 grams of fiber!!! That's enough to kill a man, and trust me it's almost killed me. I can't figure out if my Crazy Ass Bowel Movement is a response to the fiber or if I really am sick. That's really scary when you can't tell the difference. Is that a sign that I've had too much?

Last night I drank green tea and had fiber and this didn't happen. Maybe it was built up from last night too. The only thing I can say is.....watch the fiber, and make sure you're not on a road trip!

Here we go again.....

Well, it's my worst enemies' favorite day.....the day that I get my revenge. What could be so bad that every person that hates me would dance with joy?? Public humilitation? No....too easy. Tomatos thrown at my face?? No, they wash off. I'm talking about the worst thing in my life.....needles. Mainly getting my blood taken. I've talked about all of this, several times I'm sure, on Diaryland. I know that everyone has GOT to be tired of this. But this is MY BLOG! I can talk about whatever I want to talk about because No one is going to read this anyways!!

So I called to get an appointment yesterday and much to my surprise they had an opening this morning at 9:30. Oh boy! I got up early and headed to the office. I sat down in the waiting room with 4 other people and I flip open a Seventeen. "Amy Arthur". Crap! That was fast.....too fast. "Just sit right in this chair and we'll get your blood drawn." What?!? A bed....I need a bed! NOW! They get me in the room, lay me on the bed and then start poking. Unfortunately the girl today must have been fairly new because she hurt me. Normally I cry and almost pass out when someone good is doing it so you can imagine me today. There was no crying oddly enough but there was some threat of blacking out. I starting going down right after she pulled the needle out. I drank my juice and ate my Slimfast bar that I brought along and waited for Doc to come in. Bad news was just around the corner.....

He came in and checked my vitals. He said that everything looked okay and asked me if I've been having any problems. YES! I haven't been sleeping at night, and I've been waking up sweating. "Well, I think we're going to check you for diabetes today, because that's one of the symptoms". You've got to be kidding me. Diabetes? I'm 25. I know that I've gained some weight but it doesn't run in my family. I mean, I already have a thyroid problem, what more punishment do I need? I'm already poked enough! I don't want to have to prick myself!

I'm sitting here at work.....worrying. I'm scared. What if it comes back positive? What do I do then? I know I shouldn't worry about things that haven't happened yet, but I am. I should get the results in the next few days and I will definitely be posting about it. Please wish me luck.

I'm baaaaaaack!

Wow, it feels like I've been gone forever! Which is weird because I've only had one post. Oh well, I'm still back in my mind!

Not much has really been going since the last post which was like 2 months ago so that tells you how boring I am.

Yesterday was the 4th of July which is weird that we live in America and we refer to a holiday the way British people regularly talk. 4-7-05.....that crap always confuses me.

I didn't do anything for the Fourth except get up at 4:30 in the morning to go to a sale at the scrapbook store.....exactly what I should've done. I was surprised to see how die hard other people are about SB stuff. The store was packed, and these women even got up early to put makeup on. Doesn't that say a lot about our culture that women don't want to be seen at 5 am without makeup on. Hell, I guess I can't say anything....I had mine on.

Then I headed to the grand city of Canyon for the Fair on the Square. I saw lots of people showing up with dogs and then I heard the rumor of a dog show. I was so excited that I would be seeing cute little doggies all morning. I went to the sign up table to pet some pooches and spotted a cute little Boston Terrier, the same dog that my mom has. I decided to sneak up behind him and get a pet in before he noticed me and that's when he turned around.........

It was the EYE OF DESTRUCTION!!! It was a complete mess. At first I thought it was a glass eye......and honestly I'm still not sure exactly what it was, but it was gross. So gross that the owner probably saw the look of horror on my face when I said, "Mmmm.....cute dog........??????".

But the mayhem didn't end there. One lady walked by with a little chihuahua that had a hat and sunglasses on. I just HAD to pet this dog. I made the remark that I really liked his sunglasses and the lady says, "He's blind." JEEZ! How many maimed dogs can be at this function?? Then I felt bad because it was like telling a blind person to "get this dog outta here!". It's just something that you don't say to a blind pet. I feel like it hurt his feelings more than his owner.

Luckily we didn't have to stay any longer for the fair so I got to go home and Sleep!!