Thursday, August 27, 2015

Last WIF, for real

Tomorrow will be my final WIF...not because Charro is going to stop weighing my, but because I will no longer be seeing her on Fridays.  So, WIF will become either WIM or WIT.  It's not as fun to say.  I think I'm going to have a problem passing WIF tomorrow too, which will be an issue.  

I'm sad that summer is coming to an end.  I don't like it one bit!! I love summer so much.  I wish I had the ability to move south for 4 months so I didn't have to deal with winter.  

I hope I'm not getting a cold.  I have some cloggy chest thing going on and Charro was sick last week, and touched my bagel with her nose blowing tissue hands.  Blah!  Oh well.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Crazy awakening

I was texting with a friend this morning, who I recently reconnected with.  She came into the city on Monday so we got to hang out for a bit.  She and I were pretty tight back in the day, she's bulimic and we colluded with one another.  Anyway, this morning she said how she hopped on her scale three times and got three different numbers and how aggravated she was.  I thought, I do not miss that.  I don't miss those days of hopping on and off the scale 10 times each time I weighed myself.  I needed to get three of the same weight readings in a row in order to believe that that was my weight.  Not really a life I miss, I've got to say.  I felt like saying to her, "You don't need your scale," but I didn't want to sound like one of those annoying recovered people (which I'm so not) trying to say that life can be better.

Second to last WIF

WIF is winding down.  Today we had WIF in Kruger's office on Charro's scale, which I like better then her real scale at the other office.  This one is her personal scale and it's digital and I like it.  Anyway, I thought it would be wise for me to bring breakfast in for the two of us, since I needed to be a certain weight and I thought that would help the process along, temporarily at least.  Apparently, Charro isn't as dumb as I thought because she was like, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing with this eating thing."  Oh, okay, you got me.  It worked though because I didn't fail WIF.  :)

Charro kept saying, "We need to talk about what's going to happen because I won't be able to weigh you anymore when we switch offices.  (I got very, very excited about that).  I said, "Okay, let's talk about it."  She asked me if I would continue to weigh myself and I said, "No."  My logic behind that is that I won't have to lie to her about my weight if I don't weigh myself.  Then she said I should weigh myself ever 2 weeks, then she said I shouldn't.  Then she said she was going to surprise weigh me with random weigh ins every now and then, which I am not thrilled about.  I don't want random weigh ins because I can't properly prepare myself for them.

So, I have one more WIF to get through and then who knows what will happen.

Oh, so Charro spilled food on her boob and she must have licked her finger to try and get it off, so she was rubbing her boob.  She goes, "Excuse me while I lick my breast."  That was hysterical.

Friday, August 14, 2015

You failed

Those were the words out of Charro's mouth when I stepped on the scale for WIF today.  She said I "failed" but that she was going to give me ONE MORE CHANCE.  I've been lucky because I've been given a lot of those "one more chance" things.  I walked away and she said, "Come here."  Then she moved the scale levers and said, "This is where you need to be next Friday.  You have one week.  I don't care if you have to drink Ensure or Boost, well I do care, but you have to eat 500 calories more a day to get there.  Got that."  I was unresponsive.  She said, "Hello!"  I said, "I am unresponsive because I don't think I've got it."  I said, "You're not going to weigh me on Tuesday and say, "Uh oh, you didn't make it, are you?"  She said that she wouldn't and that she'll weigh me on Friday.  That was WIF.

My glasses are incredibly dirty but I just did my nails so I can't clean them right now.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Office News

Charro gave me great news today about her office changes.  Come September, I will be seeing her in the same office that I see her in on Mondays, on Thursdays.  I thought I was only going to get to see her once a week but now I can see her twice a week still.  Yay.  The other sesh was going to be a Skype sesh, now it doesn't have to be.  She said, "We're going to have to figure out how to weigh you in here though."  Hmm, or we can just NOT weigh me.  I said, "Or you can just go by what I say my weight is."  She was like, "If you'll be honest."  Not a good idea so let's just skip the weighing and I won't weigh myself either so I don't have to lie about my weight. :)  Sounds like a plan to me.  I'm just so happy that this office situation is going to work out in my favor.

So I was in the middle of talking and Charro got up to apparently throw out a piece of her hair.  Well, the garbage is right near the door so she opened the door and pretended she was leaving.  My face must have been classic.  She said, "Sorry, I just wanted to mess with you.  I guess that wasn't very professional of me."  It was kind of funny,

My feet feel like they're going to fall off right now.  Maybe I'll soak them in an ice bath.

Thursday, August 06, 2015

Throwback to WIW and some changes

Well, we had WIW on Charro's personal scale last night, in Kruger's office no less.  Now, it doesn't get weirder than that.  She covered the brand of the scale, which I thought was pretty funny, but I figured it out.  It's all good.  Anyway, I stepped onto the stupid scale and was exactly 103.5.  Freaking amazing, since that's the number she said I needed to be.  I have to say, I was pretty shocked myself.  Here's the problem, this was after a full day of eating and drinking, so it was kind of easier to achieve.  It gets worse...Charro says I have to be 105 on her (the doctor's scale at her other office) next Friday.  I don't even think I could hit 103 on that scale.  I tried to explain to her the difference between morning and night weight.  She didn't seem to care and said I need to be that weight on her scale.  She said, "So what do you think, you're 102 right now?"  I was like, "What do you mean?  That I was 102 this morning?"  I didn't really know what she was trying to say, but what I do know is that I will most definitely not be at the weight she wants me to be at next Friday.  There's too much weight that would need to be gained for that and it's not going to happen.

So here's the other big news, Charro's getting an office outside the city.  She's looking at one today.  She'll still be in the city once a week, but I'm definitely not going to the other office, if she gets it in the town she's looking at now.  I'm sure it would be lovely, but it's a $20 train ride and 50 minutes on the train each way, which, by the time I got to the train station, would be like and hour and 20 minute commute each way.  That's not happening.  We'll Skype.  Oh, and her schedule is going to change too, so I don't even know what days I'll be seeing her.  Things are getting crazy here and I hate change.  I hate not knowing what's going on.  She doesn't even know, so she will tell me as soon as she does.  Oh, and she'll probably be in a different office when I see her in the city, which will now most likely be on Thursdays, which thankfully works for me.

Monday, August 03, 2015

Scale mishap

I didn't get weighed today because the scale wasn't working properly. :)  I get one more chance.  It shouldn't be too hard to make weight on Wednesday, since I'm not seeing Charro until the evening.  That gives me all day to eat, drink and be merry.  We'll see what happens.  I thought it was funny when Charro told me that the scale was off in her office and in the bathroom.  I can't say that I wasn't surprised.  I was laughing on the inside.

My doctor just called with my blood work.  I wanted to ask her about my stinky armpits when I saw her, but forgot.  I was going to ask her on the phone but I felt stupid, so I did not.  I'm still so bummed that she's moving. :(

Sunday, August 02, 2015

For real this time

So I'm probably going to get fired from Charro tomorrow, because I almost did on Friday, but she's giving me ONE MORE CHANCE.  For real this time.  She really won't see me anymore.  I don't even care at this point.  I really don't.  It's too exhausting to care about.  She said that I need to be half a pound more tomorrow, which I don't know if I will be, and I didn't intentionally eat more so I could be.  I just don't care.  So, we'll see what happens.  Obviously,  I don't want her to stop seeing me but I can't fight it anymore.  So we're having WIM tomorrow, which should be interesting since last time she tried to weigh me here the scale was jacked and it said I weighed 80 pounds.  Oh well, we shall see.

My glasses are really dirty.