Friday, February 28, 2014

No WIF today

So Charro didn't weigh me today.  I told her that I lost 3 pounds in the past week and she was like, "That's a lot of weigh to lose in a week."  I said, "I know, but I know it was in the past week because I weighed myself last week."  She said, "I'm not going to weigh you today, but I'll weigh you next week and you BETTER be 103!!"  I don't think that's really going to happen, but maybe she won't weigh me.  She keeps saying she's going to weigh me and then doesn't, which is fine, but either do it or don't.

We are having lunch on Monday, during the major snow storm that we'll be having.  I told her that I wish I had skis so I can ski down there.  She agreed that that would be fun.  What will not be fun will be drinking the damn juice that she is going to make me drink.  Good times.

I told her how I well I was eating this week but she's still hung up on my weight.  Then, after she said I need to be 103, she went on to say that if I want to weigh 97 pounds then I can, but she doesn't think it's good for me.  So, I'm not really sure what's going on in her head because it seems like she's contradicting herself.  I don't know.

I am feeling a little better, but still feeling a little crappy.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Sick of being sick

I am so tired of this...and tired from this virus that I have.  I totally got it in my office, most likely from my boss.  I have the same exact thing as another girl in the office.  It made me feel better to hear that she is completely exhausted and weak too.  I told my mom how tired I was and she asked if I was eating.  Speaking of eating, I've managed to gain back some of that weight I lost.  I'm still hoping Charro will forget to weigh me on Friday, but I probably won't be that lucky.

Against my better judgement, and Charro's "suggestion," I went to the gym this morning.  I was dying.  I only last 30 minutes, but I was dying after 10 minutes.  I shouldn't be going, I know that, but I thought I felt a little better this morning.  You know the saying, "neck and below, don't go."  Of course the cold is completely in my chest, so I should not have gone.  I was talking to this one woman who told me that my face looked really thin.  She is not someone I ever speak to.  I said, "I know, I've lost some weight over the past week."  I'm trying to eat more.  Of course I just keep craving salad, but my salads were pretty fattening.  Of course I really shouldn't be eating too much salad with my colitis.  Oh well.  I'm feeling okay in that sense.

I have to take my cat back to the vet for more bloodwork.  He's really going to hate me.  He hissed at me 3 times yesterday.  I have to take his food away at 8 PM tonight because he has to get it drawn fasting.  That will be $400 spent on said cat this week.  The result will show that he either has cancer or nothing.  Awesome.  Great!  If he has cancer, I'm not going to do anything for him because he's 17 and acting fine right now.  If his excess calcium is due to old age, then that's good.  Ugh, poor little guy.  He's gotta go in his carrier twice tomorrow.  He's really going to hate me.

I should eat dinner but I'm not hungry.  So much for trying to eat well, or better.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Keep on drinking

I'm so tired of feeling like crap.  I didn't even go to the gym this morning.  For me to NOT go to the gym is a big deal.  Charro told me, yesterday, to not go to the gym at all this week.  I laughed and she goes, "Why are are you laughing?"  I did  not respond with, "Because I went to the gym this morning."  I did not respond at all.  Tomorrow, I will go to the gym, even if it's just for 20 minutes.  I'm not doing it for weighloss, I clearly don't need to lose weight.  I still have to figure out how I'm going to put all this weight on that I lost.  Well, I don't think it will be that hard.  I'll warn Charro before she weighs me on Friday and tell her not to freak out at me.  Well, I won't say anything about my weight unless she actually does remember to weigh me.  No need to bring it up if she isn't going to weigh me.  Oh, WIF.

I went to bed at 8:30 last night and woke up at 4 AM coughing non-stop for an hour.  I was miserable.  My stomach felt gross too.  Not sure if it was my dinner, cough medicine, or I was swallowing mass amounts of mucus.  Yum.  I did wake up craving a salad, which leads me to believe that I'm dehydrated.  I always craved salad dressing after I got done playing in my games because I was so dehydrated.  I almost came downstairs to eat some dressing last night.

I can't wait to go to bed and would right now if I didn't have to go out at 8 PM.  Ugh.  Hopefully I'll be home by 9:30 and in bed by 9:45 PM.  

I'm trying to drink lots of water.  Usually that is not an issue for me.

Monday, February 24, 2014

A slight problem

I kind of thought I had lost weight over the past few days, while I've been sick.  Well, I just weighed myself and I lost a lot more than I thought I had.  I could tell my face looked a little drawn yesterday, I wonder if Charro noticed today.  It's going to be a good time when she weighs me on Friday.  I'm dead.  I lost 3 pounds.  My guess is that I'll weigh less in the morning than I do know, which might mean that I lost more than 3 pounds.  This is not going to go over well at all.  I might just warn Charro before she even weighs me on Friday, just so she is ready for it.  I'm not even hungry right now.  I'm just tired and want to take my cough medicine and go to bed.  I need to go to Walmart and get more medicine though, which I'll do in a few minutes, and then I'll come home and make something for dinner.  

Charro is going to kill me.  I don't know if I should email her and warn her about my weightloss or tell her on Friday, or just pretend like I don't know and when she weighs me act surprised.  I think option three is not really a good option. 

Lunch Postponed

So I still feel like crap.  I went to the gym for 20 minutes.  I probably should have left after 10, or better yet, not even have gone, but I needed to figure out how I felt.  Well, not great.

Charro was supposed to let me know what the deal was for lunch today.  I hadn't heard from her so I emailed her at 10:40 AM and was like "Am I coming at noon?"  She wrote back and said, "What do you mean?  I'll call you."  So she called and was like, "I have to cover a group today and I have to eat lunch with them, so I can't eat with you.  You can either eat by yourself, which would be good for you, or we can do it next week."  I said, "Well, I feel like crap anyway, so next week would be fine."  She was like, "You sound weird.  Are you pissed off?"  I said no and she, "It's okay if you are, we can talk about it when you get here."  I told her I wasn't, because I wasn't.

I got to  my sesh.  I told her I hadn't been eating (or drinking) well because I haven't felt well.  She said that I have to make up for my lack of eating and that she's going to weigh me on Friday.  I'm glad she told me that, so I can be ready to go.  Thanks for the warning, Charro.  I greatly appreciate it.

I desperately need to take a nap.  I haven't gone more than 4 hours without sleeping in the past few days, but I can't sleep because I have to go.  That's all I have to say. 

I need to buy more cough meds because I'm about to run out.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Burning chest

I feel like doody.  I was walking to teach class this morning and I wanted to plop down on the ground.  My chest was burning like I'd just run outside in 3 degrees.  That feeling sucks.  I taught class, well, mostly sat down and told them what to do cardio-wise.  I did the weights with them.  Then I had to walk back.  I was talking to my dad on the phone and he goes, "You sound out of breath."  I told him that I was sick.

I'm still concerned that I got a food particle sucked into my lung.  

Oh, I don't even think I mentioned that I'm supposed to give up my heart rate monitor on March 7.  Oh, maybe I did.  Lots going on with Charro.  There was yesterday's shitty thing and then we're having lunch on Monday and then the heart rate monitor thing.  Too much going on.

I have the energy of a slow loris.  No, that's not it, it's a sloth, that's what it is.  I only get off the couch to go to the bathroom.  Lunch is going to be tough on Monday since I've had NO appetite with this cold.  She's not going to buy that, but it's true.  I haven't even been drinking water, which I do all the time.  I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom last night, that's when I know I'm dehydrated.

Oh well.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Starting to feel crappy

Not only did my sesh really suck, actually, it didn't suck, it just had a few moments of "holy shitness," I think I'm getting sick too.  I keep coughing and my head feels pretty heavy.  I hope I don't wake up feeling like crap.

Did I mention how I'm so not looking forward to lunch with Charro on Monday?  I thought so.  She was initially going to email me the order so I could call it in because she can't, but now I think she's pushing back our sesh so she can go down and get it herself.  I was like, "What, you don't trust me?"  I wouldn't trust me either! :)  She said she'd let me know what the plan is.  Awesome.  Fun times.

Next week I have to take my cat for blood work.  I'm nervous about that.  His liver levels were elevated in November, which is why we're going back.  He's so stinking cute and I know he's 17, but I can't bare to think of him getting sicker.

Heart attack sesh

Today was quite the sesh and I'm actually not going to write about the major thing that happened here.  I will say that it was pretty bad and I almost had a heart attack.

Moving on, Charro says I need to bring her both my heart rate monitors on Friday March 7th.  I don't really that's an option.  Of course I'm already thinking of ways of getting around this, which is clearly going to do me no good, recovery wise.  Maybe that's it, maybe I've "recovered" as much as I want to and I don't need to get rid of my monitor.  In the end, it's all up to me, it's my choice.  Too bad I just threw away an old, broken one that I had.  I could have given her that one.  Maybe I have one laying around here somewhere so I can still keep one of the ones that works.  Again, I know it's wrong, but whatever.

I am so NOT looking forward to this juice and lunch on Monday either.  Ugh, lots of bad things and I don't like it.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Elbows and cute cats

I got whacked in the elbow with a field hockey stick the other night.  It hurt like a beast for about 45 seconds, then it was okay.  It's that initial pain of getting hit directly on the know you're not injured but you know that you need about 60 seconds before that intense pain goes away.  The good things is that you know you're not seriously injured, just in a pain for a minute.  

Charro tomorrow.  Let's hope she doesn't weigh me.  I have to pick out a "tight" shirt to wear.  (My cat's stomach just made a funny noise).  I do not want my rolls to be falling out everywhere, it will disgust me.  I am really not looking forward to this lunch on Monday.  I still don't understand why I have to drink juice.  What's the point in getting calories from a liquid, unless that liquid is acting as your meal.  To me, it's not okay to just drink calories.  What's that point?   What a waste of calories.  The only time I drink calories if it's my snack (a rare hot chocolate) or if it's a meal (protein shake).  I don't want to waste my calories on a liquid, which is a major reason why I do not drink alcohol.

My cat was SOO cute last night.  I hadn't seen him for two days.  I crawled into bed and he came and laid next to me and put his head on my head and that's how we fell asleep.  What a cute little stinky!  I love him.

Sad news, I did not win powerball.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Where's this coming from?

For some reason, I'm having a little bit of a freak out episode right now.  I'm not quite sure what it's about.  I think it might have started when I made brownies, a little while ago.  I got a new recipe and wanted to try it out.  I think it was the stick of butter that freaked me out, but I'm not sure.  I've never been one to binge on anything, but for some reason I have this fear that I'm going to eat the entire pan of brownies.  I don't know where this is coming from.  

I just made dinner too, so I'm eating that.  Yes, it's 4 PM and I'm eating dinner.  Charro would be pissed about this, but I ate lunch really early because I was starving so now I'm eating dinner.  I'm supposed to play field hockey later, but we had a ton of snow again, so I'm not sure if it's on or off.  I'm going to have to discuss this little freakout with Charro on Friday.  I really don't know what it's about.  I'm not feeling fat or anything.  Stupid eating disorders.

Monday, February 17, 2014

A nutty sesh

Charro was on fire today.  She told me that from now on I must wear tight fitting clothes, or clothes that make me uncomfortable, I guess is what she said.  Blah.  We talked about a lot of stuff but she said she was going to buzz me everytime I said some eating disordered.  Then she decided that she was going to go buy the "bull shit" button and bring it in.  I'm holding her to that.

We're having lunch on Monday.  She's ordering and I'm picking it up.  She is also bringing me a calorie filled drink.  I asked her what kind but she wouldn't tell me.  She said I have to drink the whole thing, no excuses, and eat my whole lunch.  Then she said, "After, you should go get some cioccolata calda (Italian hot chocolate) for dessert.  I responded with, "I'll be lucky if I eat dinner that night."  She said, "If you don't eat dinner I'm firing you."  I said, "What!?"  She said,  "Yeah, if you don't eat dinner then we have a serious problem.  I shouldn't have used your word 'fire.'"  I asked if she would really "fire" me and she said that she wouldn't.  Phew.  I told her how I probably won't freak out about lunch until after I leave her office, and then said, "Why can't I freak out here?  I wish it would happen while I was here instead of after I leave."  She said, "You're not allowed to freak out here."  I looked at her with this face and said, "I'm not allowed to freak out?"  She said, "No, you are."  I think she meant something different.  Oh dear.

So it was funny, she is very, very scared of bugs.  Well, the sun shines into her office and casts shadows.  Well, my arm was causing a shadow and it moved so I could tell the she freaked for a second, like stopped breathing.  She told me that she thought she saw a bug.  Well then, she took her glasses off a few minutes later and jumped because she thought she saw it again, in the same spot.  I laughed at her.  She told me to stop moving my arm.  I didn't even know what she was talking about.  It was a nutty sesh, but we got a lot done.  She also apologized for being "mean" but I said that I like when she's mean.

Sunday, February 16, 2014


I do not love spin class, but I took one this morning because one of my friends was going to be there.  I think it's a good workout, but I just get bored in there and it's not great for my hip, so I don't do it.  Well, I got a good workout, which is good.  I sweat a lot, which is also good.  Let me clarify, I did not get a good workout because I sweat a lot, I got a good workout because I got my heart rate up and I burned a lot of calories.  I love when people equate sweating with a good workout.  Of course I'm going to sweat a lot, I'm in a tiny room packed with moving and breathing people.  My hip feels fine (for now) so that's good too.

Tomorrow is Charro.  I think next week is when she's planning our lunch date.  I think that idea came to her because I told her about the dream I just had where my T made me eat lunch with her at a restaurant.  So, I think I partially put that idea in her head.  It was either that or the fact that I told her that I probably don't eat as well as I think I do.  Oh well, the most nerve wracking part will be seeing what she picked out, oh yeah, and drinking a freaking calorie filled drink.  I forgot about that part. :(  Oh well.  I will not enjoy that at all  Oh and she goes, "I'll be drinking water!"  Thanks Charro.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Did a little talking

I talked about all the things I wanted to talk about with Charro today.  I told her about my dream, which of course she found interesting.  She's like "Another dream where there's an intervention and people trying to get you into treatment."  I was like, "Yup."

I did not get weighed, thank God.  Maybe she won't weigh me anymore.  I know I say that all the time, but maybe she won't.  Just when I think that, she does, so I probably shouldn't think that.  She says we need to have lunch together again, so I think that's going to happen in two weeks.  She said she's ordering it and I will pick it up because she can't get there to get it, and she's going to make me drink a drink with calories.  Ugh, that's not going to be fun.  I hate drinks with calories.  Why should I waste 200 calories on a liquid.  She said that I have to drink the whole thing, but come to think of it, if I had a water bottle, I would not drink the whole thing.  I don't think most people drink the entire drink at a meal.  Blah, I'm going to ask her about that when I see her on Monday.

Walking there wasn't as slushy as I expected it to be.  I didn't want to walk, but I did.  I guess that was me being compulsive, as Charro would say.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Been a while for crazy dreams

I had some crazy dreams last night, one was cool and the other was not.  Let's start with the cool one.  I was sitting around the table with some friends and all of a sudden I started doing a mash up of songs.  Well, they joined in and it was cool.  The only song I remember mashing up is Eternal Flame by the Bangles.  Ha.

The other dream, was not so cool.  I was walking to my sesh and was walking west down the street two blocks from Charro's street.  I saw my field hockey coach, who was my therapist in my dream, walking towards me.  I said, "Oh, are we going to have a sesh in the park?"  She said "No, we're going in here," and we walked into a restaurant.  It was 10 minutes before our sesh was supposed to start, so we started early and were going on a surprise lunch sesh.  She said, "I was about to text you to tell you to meet me here instead of at the office."  We went upstairs and sat down at a round table top.  The place was pretty crowded.  The waiter came over and she ordered two turkey sandwiches for us.  I looked at her and said, "I don't eat turkey."  She didn't care.  So, we chatted for a few and then our sandwiches showed up.  It was just on plain white bread.  I opened it up and the meat inside was pink with some weird things on it.  It was just a slab of meat and nothing else.  I didn't know if the turkey was raw or if it was ham.  I figured out that it was ham and turkey.  I picked the ham out without her seeing and I sat there.  The waiter brought out this other meal, sort of like a salad, it was just veggies and stuff for the most part, and plopped it on the table.  Neither of us had ordered it but I said, "I'll eat that, you can keep it here."  She was like, "No, you're eating your sandwich."  I didn't want to eat my sandwich because I don't eat meat.  We sat there for a while, she ate and I may have taken a bite of the sandwich, but I wasn't feeling it at all.  I wanted to eat the veggie platter salad thing.  I don't know what happened next but we got up and left and for some reason I left her, not realizing that I was supposed to go back to her office with her.  She never said anything to me, but then I realized that I should go to her office because my sesh wasn't done.  So, I went to her office and walked in and there was a psychologist from my town in one of the offices.  I was hoping she didn't recognize me from the gym at home.  Then my coach (therapist) came out and brought me into her office.  In her office was her mom, mother-in-law, and some strange black lady named "Queenie" dressed is some gold get up.  She introduced me to her mother-in-law, then said, "you remember my mom," as I shook her hand.  I said, "That was a weird shake," and then to Queenie.  They sat me down and Queenie started talking about lunch, I guess my coach had filled them in, and was giving me my treatment options.  She asked if I really wanted to get better.  They were talking about sending me someone, all expenses paid (sort of like a talk show) and I had to decide right then and there.  That's when I woke up.   

Charro's going to have a field day with that dream tomorrow.  

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

My story, in a book

We're going to get a big storm tonight-Friday morning.  I'm guessing that Charro will not be at work on Friday, but I don't know.  If schools are closed, she's closed.  I actually have some good stuff to talk to her about, so I'm hoping she's there.  Actually, I'd be totally fine if she wasn't and we did a Skype sesh.  That way I wouldn't have to leave my cozy apartment.  I guess I'll find out on Friday morning.  I don't want to do a phone sesh, I want to do a Skype sesh.

I'm freezing, I need to make some tea.  I've been waiting for a client to call me but I have a feeling that I won't hear from him.  I can't stray too far from the office because I need to see him.

My friend, a psychologist, wrote a book about EDs.  My story is in it.  I had written this many years ago and couldn't remember what I wrote.  Well, she sent me the snippet from the book of "my story" and it was so weird to read.  It was like reading about a different person.  Reading that made me realize how far I've come, which is a good thing.  The only thing that bothers me is that I'm categorized as EDNOS, or whatever the new name for it is.  I feel like it's not a real ED at all.  She begs to differ, but that's how I'll always see it.  It's like I failed (not that that's a bad thing) at being anorexic, I only managed to be almost anorexic, which means that I just wasn't good enough to do it.  I need to discuss this with Charro on Friday too.  On the other hand, it's good that I was never bad enough to be hospitalized.  As my friend pointed out, if I was any more symptomatic, everyone would have known that I had an ED.  

So she sent the manuscript to Charro to get a professional quote about it.  I told Charro to see if she could pick out my story, which after reading it, she will have absolutely no problem doing, since there is one major give away in there.  

I did something weird to my knee last night.  I just fell on it funny I guess, while playing field hockey.  It will be fine, but I tweaked something on the outside.  Oh well.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Form fitting

I've been told by Charro that I need to wear form fitting, aka tight, clothing to all of my sesh's from now on.  I wore this sweater dress today that I love, well, I love it more off of me because I feel so huge when I wear it.  I feel like I look 9 months pregnant when I wear it because it hugs my stomach.  I feel like my ass is huge and then it's a little shorter than I would like, so my ham thigh show.  Clearly I was complaining about it during my sesh and that's when she told me that I have to wear tight things from now on.  She said that I'm supposed to have a body and that women are supposed to have skin and fat and that we're not supposed to be bones.  Well, skin is fine, but I don't want fat...and I like bones.  Blah.

Oh, it was funny.  I got there early today so I was going to stand downstairs for a few minutes before going up and buzzing her.  Well, there were 9 million people waiting for the extremely slow elevator so I was going to wait for the next one anyway.  I plopped my butt down on the heating pipes and then Charro walked in.  She goes, "What are you doing?"  I said, "Trying to get warm."  She goes, "Did you walk here?"  I said, "I did not."  She thought I said that I had and she goes, "That's why you shouldn't walk here."  I said "I didn't walk her."  This was in the elevator full of people. :)  

When I walked in she goes, "You're all dressed up, do you have a date?"  I wasn't really dressed up, but I'm usually in jeans so I guess wearing a sweater dress seems dressed up.

I can weigh myself tomorrow.  I haven't weighed myself in three weeks.  I know Charro's going to try and get me to not weigh myself again for Lent.  Either that or she will make me give her my heart rate monitor.  Well, I guess she can't make me give it to her.

Seriously, enough already

It's a balmy 25 degrees outside, but it "feels like" 13.  Awesome.  Is it EVER going to warm up.  I was planning on walking to my sesh with Charro but now I'm not so sure.  Seriously, I can't take this winter anymore.  I'm glad I escaped it for a week, but please, go away winter!

I had my party yesterday and now I'm left with some leftovers.  I made soup and ended up not even eating any because I was full.  I know if I told Charro that I fed everyone else and didn't eat that she would greatly disapprove and then say "If you want to be eating disordered."  I'm sorry, I was full and not going to force food down my throat.  If I told her that she would say, "You can't trust your hunger cues."  Yes I can.  I know exactly when I'm hungry and when I'm not, so I hate when she says that.  It's  not like I didn't eat and said I was full.  I had eaten appetizers and was full.  It happens.  I hate that she assumes things about me.  I just realized on Friday that she thinks I sit around and count every calorie, which I do not.  I've told her in the past that I don't do that anymore, but apparently she doesn't believe me.  When she asked if I would ever eat 2,000 calories, I said "no," but I told her I don't count.

My stomach is starting to peel. It's all down hill from here.  The flake has begun. :(

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Today marks 6 years since Polly, or P-Dawg, died.  I can't believe how fast time goes by, yet how long ago it seems as well.  I remember spending countless hours on the phone with her, listening to her crazy stories and laughing. She was nuts, in a fun way.  I'm thinking of that chick, her cute fluffy cats, and her creative "bitch sticks."  

I'm catching up on "The Following."  I missed the past two weeks.  This show is awesome and crazy.  Love it.

I haven't run since the beach on Tuesday.  Tomorrow's the day.  Ugh, I hope it's easy since I haven't done it in a while.  I'll hit the treadmill and then come home and prepare for my party.  I cooked today, just have some more stuff to do tomorrow.

I need to try on that bikini I bought yesterday and see if I like it any better.  I hope I don't look as huge as I did in that mirror yesterday.  If so, I'll wear a bag instead of a bikini.

I wonder if Charro thinks I'm wasting her time.  I bet she does.  I suck at talking and I don't know how to change that.  I don't know what to talk about.  I don't know how to go deeper, or what to go deeper about. I wish it was easier.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Bikini boo

Every year at this time I go to a fancy schmancy event.  Every year, it's freezing cold and I'm all dressed up in a little dress.  Last year, the blizzard actually postponed the event.  I've got my dancing shoes ready.

I think I had a good sesh with Charro this morning.  She didn't weigh me, which sort of surprised me.  I thought she would, since she hasn't weighed me in a while and since I was just away.  Maybe she's given up on me.  She must be sick of me not knowing what I want.  She didn't mention anything about my heart rate monitor, she probably figured that was pointless too.  If I want to bring it in, I will, so there's no sense in her mentioning it again.  She has probably lost all hope with me.

I went to TJ Maxx after and tried on a bikini.  I don't love it, but I bought anyway until I find another one I like and can return this one.  I looked enormous in that dressing room.  It was so not okay.  I hope to God it was the mirror, but how am I supposed to know.  Every thing on me looked huge from chest down.  Well, excluding my chest, that will never look big.

I'm having a bunch of people over on Sunday, not sure what I'm going to make yet, probably soup.  I'm having a pot luck.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Back to slushality

I'm back to reality here in slushy New York.  It's awful here.  I got soaked going to Charro's office because the street corners are like lakes.  So much fun.  So glad that my flight was the last flight to NY last night.  All the others were cancelled.  Would have been okay being stuck in Florida.

I had to eat breakfast in Charro's office today because I had nothing here.  I picked up a yogurt on the way, which she declared was "not breakfast."  Well, sometimes it is.  She would have loved it if I showed up with a bagel or something.  I don't think so.

I need to do some work and hit the gym.  The weather is probably preventing a lot of my clients from being at work, which is good.  I can ease back into this who working thing. :)

Charro told me to bring her my heart rate monitor on Friday.  I said, "That's not going to happen."  I think she thinks it will though.

Sunday, February 02, 2014

Went to the beach three times today.  Got a little burnt but that's okay.  Sunrise this morning, then back for a run.  Then off to the pool then lunch on the beach with a friend.  Did a little body surfing and hoped my bikini stayed on and then took a nap.  I'm wiped out.  Hopefully my burn will turn into tan by morning.

My stomach looks fat but whatever.  I'll deal with that later.

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Finally, some sun

After 3 days of pouring rain the sun finally came out today.  Thank God.  I was about ready to jump off a bridge.  We've done everything, the only thing left to do is lay out and get tan. :)  I haven't jumped in the ocean yet either.  The water, except for Tuesday, has been pretty rough.  Beach runs have been pretty tough too.  I have an early one tomorrow before meeting up with a friend.

I don't want to go back to freezing New York.

So, Charro's not going to be thrilled that I got on a machine that tells you your weight and BMI.  I think BMI is a bunch of crap anyway, so I don't give a crap about that.

That's all for now.  Keep the sun shining.