Itchy, Bitchy Drama Queen

Isn’t he cute?

Wanna bet I can make you scratch your head?  Last night, hours after dropping off the kids after a fun and over-too-fast weekend, my fiance received a lovely bitch-o-gram from his ex, Psycho, stating that his youngest daughter has head lice.  She was quick to add, like the crafty sleuth that she is, that she simply had to have caught it at our house, from a bike helmet that no one had touched for two weeks. Because yeah, that’s precisely how lice works. (Psycho has never been accused of being overly knowledgeable).

Itchy yet?  If you just can’t get enough of lice (and who can?), then check out the other time the kids’ womb-for-rent let them get lice and did nothing about it.

When my fiance texted back that lice could not possibly have survived in the bike helmet for two weeks, there was a pause while, I am certain, Psycho madly assaulted Google, desperately hunting down how long lice can survive off the body.  When she inevitably discovered we were correct, her only comeback was a childish tantrum about not arguing, which actually is arguing, but we didn’t want to confuse her fuzzy, ugly head even further with concepts like logic.

*eye roll*  We spent an inordinate amount of time this past weekend trimming fingernails, working knots out of hair, cleaning untreated bug bites, and even reminding the kids how to bathe properly. That is why I have to doubt that any of the kids has lice at all.  Psycho would never notice if they did. Hell, they could stumble around with their head missing and spouting blood, and she wouldn’t notice. I think she was starving for attention from my fiance, so she whipped up drama, hoping for an evening of texting with him.  Instead, we made fun of her and went back to our evening together.

I know from reading other blogs that there are others out there who understand living with a desperate and miserable drama queen in their lives, someone who tries to siphon happiness from others’ lives because they have none in their own. Weight loss is difficult enough without a leech on your back, or having twenty flavors of crazy sprinkled into each day.

This heartwarming lice story is just the tip of the iceberg of what my fiance and I get dropped into our lives like a steaming pile of crap, courtesy of his asshole ex-wife, on a regular basis.  The worst part is, she always, always uses the kids in her drama.  The stress and irritation and worrying about the kids add hurdles and road blocks and brick walls, always in the way of staying focused on losing weight, getting in shape, taking care of myself.  It’s not fair, but it’s how it is.  The best thing I can do is keep taking care of the kids, give them as much stability as we can, and do my best to focus on taking care of me too, so we can be there for them when they need us.

Still Alive…and Weight Watchers

Shhhhh….wait…what’s that sound?  Why, that is the miraculous sound of blissful silence, since my cough has finally slowed down enough for me to hesitantly re-join the land of the living!  I can mostly breathe again too.  Three weeks of a wracking cough and stuffy nose have been more than enough joy for me, so I will gladly see this crud slowly ease its way out of my poor body.

After a round of antibiotics and a grisly, harrowing experience offering up my vein for the blood draw, hopefully my doctor and I will figure out just why in the hell it takes so long for my body to fight off the slightest illness.  My fiance jokes that if he gets a cold, I will catch Ebola from him. That is not even much of an exaggeration!

So now that I can breathe and am not falling over delirious from coughing, you might think that I have a sweaty, heart-thumping workout planned for this evening.  Well, you would think wrong! Priorities, people.  I have a good inch and a half of root showing in my hair, and I have an appointment after work to get those touched up.  And I think we all know that right after strolling out of a salon and having my hair washed, fussed with, brushed, dried, and styled, I will NOT be hitting the gym to mess it all up.

Being sick really threw me for a loop.  I skipped weigh-in last week because I couldn’t face it, and I have not been doing very well with eating this week either.  So Saturday’s weigh-in will be another gain, and I fear a rather large one.

We are nearing the end of September, and creeping closer to the end of this year.  It got me thinking: clearly I need something else, something new, something different to get back on track and stay there. Doing it on my own, even with a blog and a site like MyFitnessPal, just isn’t cutting it for me.  I am considering trying a few months of Weight Watchers to see if that helps me get better results.  Hell, any results right now would be an improvement!

Any opinions or feedback on Weight Watchers?

This sums up how I feel right now!

Grumpy

My mood today!

I am not feeling terribly bright, sparkly, or sunshine-y.  I am going on day #11 of being sick.  This cough and stuffy nose will not just move on and leave me alone!  I feel tired all the time and gave up trying to stumble through workouts. Unfortunately, I also gave up on any semblance of watching what I eat.  Feed a cold?  Check!  I am overachieving on that front.

It shows.  I have gained the past two weeks, a total of 3.2 pounds, but it would have been a heck of a lot more than that if I hadn’t weighed in this past Saturday after two hours of sweaty yard work.

This past Saturday was the deadline for Round 1 of my TKO Challenge, and I was nowhere near my goal of 200 pounds.  I weighed in at 207.8.  Yay.  Well, that’s why I designed the challenge to restart every 5 weeks, to give myself a new beginning, a clean slate.  Round 2 starts at 207.8, with a goal of 197.8 by October 15.

“Grumpy” doesn’t even begin to cover my mood.  I am tired, disappointed, frustrated, and feel like I am light years away from ever reaching my goal.

August Recap

Can you believe August is over already?  Hello, September!

It’s still hot and humid here, so it doesn’t feel anything like autumn yet.  I miss living up north, when this is the time of year that the seasons start to transition and feel like fall, instead of a perpetual, sweaty summer.

Let’s take a look at how I did in August!

August starting weight: 212.4
August ending weight: 204.6
Loss: 7.8 pounds

Okay, not bad.  And much better than July, when I had an overall gain!  Let’s see what I can accomplish in September.

Sick!

This week was already going to be challenging, with a lot of events and appointments and meetings, but now I get the joy of adding sickness to the mix!  Yay!  I am constantly picking up the kids’ little germ gifts, and when two of them got sick, I already knew I’d be next.

I get irritated, but not with the kids.  I just really think more attention and teaching about hygiene at their other home would reduce how frequently they are sick, how much they pass illness to each other, and how often they bring it over here to me.  But there’s not much I can do about that now.  It’s not like Psycho is suddenly going to start parenting, and I already caught this round of cooties.

My throat hurts like hell, and I’m not terribly stuffy yet, but I feel it coming on.  Last night I didn’t want to work out, but I made myself do a strength training workout and actually felt a little better after the workout.  Today isn’t any better, though, as far as my throat goes.

The biggest problem is that when I am sick, I get hungry.  Not slightly, need-a-snack hungry, but ravenous, must-devour-everything-in-sight hungry!  I really need to keep that in check.  I still want a decent loss this week.

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