I got triched again
This afternoon I fell asleep with Sammie and Jamie (they have both been sick and not sleeping well, so they needed a nap. It was great!). I dreamt that I pulled two hairs. I've been certain all day since that I really DID pull. It wasn't until I was in the shower tonight that I realized...I DIDN'T pull. I dreamt it. Man I hate trich. HATE IT.
I'm so glad to be almost seven weeks pull free. I love the way my hair feels. It's soft and growing and doesn't lay flat against my head in the bald spots. I can part my hair in either direction because the hairs up there are long enough to flex either way.
I've also stopped biting my nails all the way and I only bite them when they get too long, then I bite them back down to a more manageable length. No more stumpy fingers. I've been stump-free for a little over two months. Nice.
I am still not pull free on eyelashes though. I pulled two today. My eyelashes look really awful. I'm going to make it the rest of the night without pulling anymore. Tomorrow I will try again for pull free.
I've gained four pounds this week. I hate it. I looked in the mirror tonight before my shower and I got some kind of wake up call. There are dimples in my hips where the bones SHOULD be, but are starting to become covered by fat. My post-baby belly hangs down a bit now. I don't look good. My goal now is to stop gaining. That's all I want, just to stop gaining. Baby steps.
What I fed my face today:
Looking back,I just realized I never ate any breakfast. I was going to eat cereal...but then, I guess I forgot. So, no breakfast. But I did eat some of Sammie's leftover waffle.
Grilled BBQ chicken wrap from MCDonald's.
Happy meal fries.
Four chicken nuggets (maybe five, I'm not sure)
1/2 a small chocolate shake.
Three potato chips.
1/2 cup little teddy grahams.
1/2 cup goldfish crackers.
Four bite size Milky Ways (the little square ones....60 cals each).
Four chocolate chip cookies.
Two mozzarella sticks.
Two slices homemade pizza.
One fudge bar.
Yuck. I really want to stop eating so much.
I'm going downstairs to FIRM now...I think if I start that back up, I'll start feeling better, and fast. Leslie Sansone (Walk Away the Pounds) says that bodies are made to move. Having a body that is out of shape means that you will have pain in your body. She's right. I need to get back in shape. I can't get around like this anymore.
One of our kittens passed away today. A little boy. I can't quite seem to come to terms with it. I had no idea he was ill. I know he was the runt, and had trouble competing with the others for the four most used nipples, but I didn't think he would pass away. :-( He was sweet...he had a small black dot right next to his nose, and a very loud little voice. I guess the hardest thing to realize is that I'll never get to see him grow up. One other little boy seems frail tonight...I'm worried he won't make it. When I left he was nursing, so I'm hoping he'll be alright since there's less competition. I worry that if the momma hasn't gotten an infection, then the little boy might have been spared. I guess I like to blame myself.
Until next time.
Posted by Cody on May 16, 2008 7:19 PM