I am going to make this one relatively summarized because I have so many things going on in my brain parts that it's taken me this long to sit down and sort out the words.
The surprise I had planned for my daughter backfired. She was terribly unhappy that I just "showed up" and struggled for four days to show me around and all that stuff. But she was angry. Not just at me, but seemingly the entire world.
I could go on and on and on about small nit pickety details .... but in a nutshell, my daughter is taking these freaking diet pills [ephedrine and caffeine], and has been for about three years. They're making her moody and nasty ... and rather portly, I might add.
I got to see where my crotch fruit lives and shops and hangs out.
I got to hear her dreadful rage for four days, the last of which she lashed out upon me.
But at least I got to see her. And my new grand furbaby, Scooby Doo....
Those are the photos that were taken while we were together. This is her game face.
To say that I'm devastated would be an understatement. And I keep wondering when the $hitstorm is going to let up and let me have a supremely happy life with no freaking drama.
I must add that I took advantage of the gym at the community the Spawn and her fiance live in. I had never been on a Cybex Arc Trainer before and I completely fell in love with it. I rode that thing daily, sometimes twice a day. Lifted weights in the corner while all these young people looked at me like I was nuts holding twenty pound weights.
So there's my silver lining. I exercised while I was in Dallas, a lot. Walked 26,000 steps one day when we went to the Texas State Fair. Super careful about what I ate [they don't cook ... so I did and I made sure it was healthy fare]. It diffused the chaos going on around me and kicked started another plight to lose for good.
I have been steadily losing weight since I came back from Texas. I lost a total of 6 pounds since the first week in October, which isn't stellar but I'll take that.
No more milk nor sugar in my coffee. BACK TO BLACK, BABY. That one wee change has made all the difference in the world, along with portion control and moving regularly.
I will say, as I've said before, I need to move more regularly. I LOVE the results I get from strength training but I have the hardest time with consistency. I go full throttle then slack off. I need to remain at full throttle.
As you can see from the photos, I'm no longer a size 00. I'm wearing size 6 in these shots.
You may also notice that I stopped dyeing my hair quite some time ago. Call me nuts, but I love the grey streaks in my hair.
So....as I always do, I'm pressing forward. The holidays just need to be skipped over but I can't do that. I have to tend to friends and the biologists' family, even though I'm screaming inside. I really wanted to stay on the beach with the Pom this year but he's insisting that I go. I'm just not into it. I just plain don't wanna. And I really don't like being made to feel obligated to go. But I am going, regardless.
I woke up today healthy and alive.
I really have no reason to complain, do I?