Monday, February 13, 2017

Where do we go from here?

Alright, so Charro suggested that we stop working on my ED.  She weighed me today and I had lost weight.  She said, "You clearly don't want to gain the weight so what are we doing here?  Maybe we should just stop talking about the ED and work on other things.  This is like malpractice on my part."  She then went on to say something about still being able to work with me because my weight is not below 90%, and as long as my labs keep coming back normal, she can continue to see me.  She said that's the she'll weigh me occasionally just to make sure that I don't drop below.  I was 3.5 pounds less than she wanted me to be, and then she said, that I was probably a pound less than that because of my clothes, but said that I can stay there if that's where I want to be.  So, we'll see what happens.

I wrote her a pretty extensive email with all of my thoughts.  I told her that she didn't have to read it because I would read it to her on Thursday, but if she wanted to read it and respond with some questions for me, I could have the answers for her when I see her on Thursday.  I'm guessing that she'll choose to just have me read it to her on Thursday.

So, that was my morning, in a nut shell.  We shall see what she says on Thursday.

Friday, February 10, 2017

The email resolved

It went from 62 degrees one day, to a 9 inch snow storm the next.  I came back from 83 degrees and now it's 29.  Yuck.  

I asked Charro about the email and she said that she never got it, which I knew was not the case because you can tell when someone with AOL reads your mail.  Then she did remember getting it and reading it but completely missed the part where I asked her if we could do a phone sesh.  I'm glad I asked because I knew she wouldn't have just blown me off.  She felt really bad about it, especially since she said she has tons of time on Tuesdays.  Oh well. 

She warned me that she's going to weigh me on Monday.  I'm glad she gives me a heads up.  I wish she'd just stop weighing me.  I said, "You forgot to weigh me last week."  She said that she's "spacing it out."  Um, okay. 

That's all.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

A bit annoyed

I emailed Charro yesterday morning and she never got back to me.  I know she's read the email, but she didn't respond, which is weird because I asked her a question.  She's usually good at responding, so maybe she thinks she sent me an email back or she had some big emergency or something.  I just think it's really weird that she didn't get back to, and like I said, I'm a bit annoyed by that.  I really don't think she'll get back to me at this point.  It would have taken her two seconds to respond so maybe she thinks she did.  Who the heck knows.

In other news, work put me on the wrong insurance plan and I thought they were going to be able to put me on the one that I asked for, but now the insurance company is telling them no.  I am going to be beyond pissed if that is the case because I will end up paying a crap load more money than I need to be paying.  I've already met my deductible so I'd be good to go with everything, on the plan I was supposed to have.  I will lose it if they can't fix this.  We've been working on it for 2 weeks now.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Lucked out

I have no idea how I got out of my sesh this morning without Charro weighing me.  She either forgot, which I find very hard to believe, especially since I won't be seeing her next Monday, or she just gave up on me and decided that there is no point in weighing me anyway, which would be nice!  I thought for sure she'd weigh me since I'm going away, but nope.  Weird.  Hmm, I definitely don't think she forgot.  It's one of those things where you want to ask but you don't because you don't want to remind the person that they may have forgotten something.  So, I just went with it.  No WIM today.  

I need to go to the grocery store because I have nothing good to eat.  I don't know what I want.  Nothing sounds good.  Chocolate sounds good. :)

My kitty is fat because she is lazy.  My other kitty is a nut bag and runs and jumps like a crazy animal.  He is not fat.  He bites everything too...I mean EVERYTHING.  My lampshade is the latest victim.  They think biting light bulbs (the little Christmas ones) is also a good idea.  It's not.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Fig cookies

I had a dream that I was having a sesh with Charro and there was another blogger in there with us.  I was sitting on the couch, the other person was next to me in a chair, to my left, and Charro was across the way.  Well, Charro thought it would be fun to keep feeding me throughout the sesh.  I can't remember what the first thing was that she made me eat, but the second thing was a big fig cookie, like the Italian ones at Christmas.  Funny, since she would never in a million years eat that because she hates dried fruit.  She was happily eating hers and I looked at her and probably said something about not wanting to eat it because she already made me eat something.  I'm sure she'll love this dream when I tell her on Monday.

Thursday, January 26, 2017


I'd never heard that one before.  Charro said she had FOMO during our sesh the other day.  I looked at her and asked what the heck that meant.  She said she's working with a lot of teens and they say it.  It stands for "fear of missing out."  I was like, "Ya, don't say that again."  She's apparently sad that she missed out on that dumb (Yes, I think it's dumb while many others disagree)  women's march.  That's all the politics I'll talk about on here.  I am SOOOO sick of hearing about politics and marches and seeing it blow up Facebook and Twitter.  Make it go away.  That's all.

Anyway, Charro needs to not use teeny bop lingo.  That was the point of this post.  She also says I need to gain weight and I told her I wouldn't, so we'll see how that transpires.  

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

That was traumatic

I was telling Charro about this burger joint I went to with some friends.  It's known for it's crazy milkshakes that are 15 bucks a pop.  (Black Tap, NYC if you want to check them out).  Anyway, I tagged along there with some friends, even though I'm not a burger person and I personally think the place is overrated, but I'm also not a 15 year old, and we all split shakes.  I had a few sips of the Brooklyn something (basically chocolate shake with brownies hanging off of the side).  I showed the picture I took to Charro and she was going on and on about how delicious it looked.  This is what she said, "Was it amazing?  And it had two brownies coming out of it?  That is my wet dream."  Um, wow, I didn't need to hear that coming out of her mouth.  I don't need to hear that coming out of any one's mouth.  She's such a nut.

My Monday time got changed to 8 AM, which blows. She loves it because "we can have WIM and tons of breakfasts."  Great.  We had WIM and she wouldn't let me put my boots on, which sucked, but I was fat and weighed enough so it was fine.  I need to not weigh that much.  

I took this crazy ass martial arts class last week, which was so intense and I almost died.  Turns out, it was not good for my head and I had a headache for 3 days straight after and felt concussion weird for a few more days.  Guess I won't do that again. :(