Friday, November 20, 2015

Here comes a WIF

I had a double sesh with Charro yesterday, which I really like.  I've done them a few times before and I like them because I feel like I start to talk more in the second half.  Charro agrees.  She's still talking about bringing in those damn french fries.  I told her that I won't eat McDonald's fries because they're fried in animal fat.  I don't know if that's true,  but I feel like I heard that somewhere so I went with it.  I then told her that I couldn't see her in two Thursdays, but I could do a phone sesh Friday.  She said "9 AM," and I said, "4 PM," just because sometimes I would see her at 4 so I was testing her out to see if she had that.  Then she said I could come in and see her at 4 pm at the other office (office with the scale that I haven't been to in months).  I told her that I wouldn't be back in town by then and she said, "Yes you will.  You're coming in and we're going to WIF you and if you don't, you have to call your doctor and tell her you're coming in to get weighed and then she needs to call me with your weight."  I made a face and said, "Well, my doctor is in Florida now (she just left the practice and moved) so that's not going to work.  She said, "then you have to go get weighed by her predecessor."  I said, "That's no happening.  I'm not calling them up and saying that I need to come in to get weighed."  She said, "Then you're coming in here and I'm going to weigh you blind."  Blah!  She said, that she could send me to one of her doctors here to get weighed, if I wanted that.  NO thank you.  I'll let her weigh me, at least I'll be clothed.  Good thing it will be that time of year to wear my horrifically ugly Christmas sweater that weighs a lot. :)  I'll make sure not to wear anything under it so she can't make me take it off.

I'm not looking forward to these damn french fries either.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Not only am I going to get french fries, I'm getting ginger ale too.  WOO HOO!!!  I can't contain my excitement.  Okay, that's a total lie.  I do not want french fries and I hate soda, even if it was diet soda I wouldn't want to drink it.  This is going to be the worst.  I'm not looking forward to it at all.

So Charro did forget to ask me if I had weighed myself so I did not report back.  I actually forgot too, so I didn't withhold the information on purpose.  The number was fine and she would have been happy with it.  I was, however, wearing clothes and my jacket that had my wallet and phone in it, and weighed myself before I peed.  :)  Oh well.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

You're getting french fries

Charro forgot to remind me to weigh myself when I go home.  Hmm, do I pretend that I forgot?  I bet she won't believe that, especially since she knows how much I love "Bertha."  I don't think she'll remember to ask me how much I weigh when I see her on Thursday, so I'll weigh myself and won't bring it up unless she asks.  I'll makes sure I weigh myself tonight, after dinner, fully clothed and on a very full stomach.

So our next big challenge is french fries.  Awesome!!  I really can't wait for that.  Lord I hope she forgets about that one, but I don't think she will. :(  She said she's going to get me a medium from McDonalds.  Awesome!!  I can hardly contain my excitement.  She said it will be a surprise.  Let's hope she never gets the chance to go out and get them for me.  Oh, then I told her to get lots of ketchup and she said that I could have 2-3 packs and I was like "WHAT?"  She said, "That's eating disordered."  OMG, how is that eating disordered.  Ketchup has freaking calories and lots of sugar, it's not like I asked for hot sauce.  I really hate that she thinks everything is disordered.  It's super annoying.

I told her about my weekend fiasco, eating wise.  I told her not to yell at me and she said, "I never yell at you."  I said, "I know, but I don't want a lecture."  I told her it's resolved.

Friday, November 06, 2015

It's coming back

I'm not sure what's going on, but I really don't want to eat.  I feel huge and just want to go on some crazy sort of "cleanse" or something.  I actually don't believe in cleanses but I think that means that I just want to eat veggies and protein shakes and not much else.  I feel like I need to eat "clean," whatever the hell that means.  I guess I know what it means for me.  I just feel really crappy about my body right now and I think it started when I went running earlier.  My mom gave me a bunch of Halloween candy, so I've been eating that and I think that might have sparked this.  I hate it and I have no desire to "challenge" it, which is my problem, I guess.  I just want to not feel like this and for me, that means not eating.

Thursday, November 05, 2015

"Bitch on Wheels"

Charro told me that I need to weigh myself next week when I'm home and report back to her.  She said, I want you to email me with the results right after.  I told her I'd take a picture of the scale with me on it.  She said, "I'll see all the rocks on there."  I told her that they'd be under my hat so she wouldn't see them.  She told me I need to be 104 and I said, "No, 102" and she said, "You'll have clothes on so 104.  You need to be 103, remember?  That's your 90 (percent)."  I said, "102."  Eh, whatever.  Then she told me not to do any crazy stuff like weigh myself first thing in the morning, after I go to the bathroom...just weigh myself.  Okay!!  I will weigh myself Tuesday night, after I've had dinner and lots of water!  That works for me!!  Just doing what she said.

I'm pretty sure that she called me a "Bitch on wheels."  I was not offended.  Here's what happened, she said that she's not a psychic and I told her that I wished she was and she told me to go get my cards and aura read.  I said, "I don't think my aura has been so great the past few months," and she, "You've been a bitch on wheels."  I thought that was funny and I didn't disagree, however, I haven't really been a "bitch" to anyone.  I'm always nice, I just haven't been in a good mood the past few months and it's obvious.

Anyway, I need to go to bed.  I'm going to go for a (hopefully) good run tomorrow.  It's going to be 77 degrees, which makes me very, very happy.  I'm sure it's our last warm day we'll see for a while.


Sunday, November 01, 2015

Marathon Day

It's NYC marathon day, a day that I really don't care about at all.  Charro thinks it's because I'm jealous that these people "overexercise," but it has nothing to do with that.  I just don't understand why the hell anyone would want to run 26 miles.  I went out to watch it, only because my friend is in town and wanted to go out there.  I lasted way longer than I wanted to, only to be nice, but then I came in.  It's just boring to me.  I don't want to drive for 4 hours, never mind run for 4 hours.  People who run wear their medals around their neck for the next few days.  I would never.  I see people with their medals and wonder if people really care that they ran it.  I know I don't.  I know I sound like a cranky person, but I don't care.  I know it takes a lot of hard work and training, but it's nothing I'm interested in. 

In other news, I hate my fat stomach and my fat arms.  I need to do something about this.  I guess I'll bring this up with Charro tomorrow.  There was something else I wanted to talk to her about but I can't remember what it was.  Oh ya, I remember.  

I need sleep.  I got home at 2:30 this morning and woke up at 7 AM.  I'll sleep tonight, I guess.