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Internet people SUCK. OK, not ALL of you, but a good number of them do. For example – when I got my diagnosis I immediately went online looking for other people like me, to see what they said about treatment options, doctors, to get the REAL DEAL vs the patient handout (which I didn’t even get… lame). What do I see?

“Once I was diagnosed and was put on meds I felt better within a week!”

“Within 4 weeks of starting treatment, the pounds were dropping off me!”

“I love my doctor, he’s so freakin’ awesome! This medication has changed my life!”

Guess what? Those bitches lied. Or ate some magic mushrooms. Or are zombies. Or all of the above. Take your pick.

Maybe I’m just jaded and irked because this morning I took my daughter to school to catch the bus for her trip and was standing for over half an hour next to a woman who was our neighbor for 3 years, a friend, we used to hang at the pool together with the kids, etc and she is on my Facebook friends list for the love of Pete and I said “Hi!” (actually “¡Hola!”) to her… and she didn’t know who the fuck I was. Seriously. Blank stare. You know that face I’m talking about: “Do I know you?” Wow, that was a self-esteem booster if I ever needed one.

And I felt like a douche because I thought MAYBE I was wrong – maybe she wasn’t who I thought she was and I was the psycho random stranger walking up going ¡HOLA! I didn’t want to look like an idiot and ask her “Hey are you so-and-so? Long time no see chica!” so I just shut up and stood there.

The crowd started to get bigger and there were parents and kids everyfugginwhere so I backed off a bit (I did tell you I don’t do crowds, right? If I didn’t, newsflash – I don’t do crowds. There, I told you. Glad that’s out of the way) and moved to another part of the sidewalk where I get this genius idea to check my Facebook on my iPhone and see if I was right about the identity of the “Do I know you?” lady. Let me just say, tiny ass profile pics are lame. Don’t do it. Use a real pic on your Facebook pages please so paranoid idiots like me can look you up and go “Oh shit that WAS her!” Thumbnail sized pics are useless in determining your true identity and leave people like me still wondering if I’m nutz.

Then it happened again – but this time with a woman I was damn sure I knew – seeing as she boarded my dog for a month in her home back when my doggy first arrived here and my mother-in-law got all righteous and wouldn’t allow my bloodthirsty monster in her home “because she might jump through the windows and eat up all the neighbors”. *insert big fat eye roll here – yeah the kind my mother always said would stick that way and leave me looking retarded for the rest of my life* (PS mom – totally didn’t work. SO THERE!). Yeah that girl didn’t know who I was either.

That was rather enlightening. And depressing. And made me want to throw a tantrum.

I decided to blog and loosen up and be myself. Yep, you read that right. I swear, I’m cynical sometimes, and I can be impolite but prefer to call it “blunt”.

And just to see if you people are paying attention… I got a huge kick out of this (read: I laughed until my face hurt) and thought I’d share.

Not Lupus

Dr. House is right – it’s never lupus!

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I suck at blogging

So yesterday I totally FORGOT to blog… and today I almost forgot but didn’t want to be one of those bloggers so here we go. I’ve just completed 6 full days with no Coke, and discovered Fanta Orange Zero tastes like real Fanta so YAY for that. Energy level is way way down. I went back to bed this morning after ditching the kids at school and slept til lunch :(

*TMI alert for my male readers – avert your eyes or brace yourselves to learn more about me than you really wanted to know*

I’m cramping and bloated, which I think might have contributed to the awful experience on the scale yesterday. Last month was awful… no sooner was I done with that icky part of womanhood, damn thing started over from zero so I ended up ragging for 2 weeks straight. My husband was not amused. Hell, neither was I. My boobs HURT and I can’t stand to wear a bra, but I don’t dare go without because I’m über top-heavy and having those things hanging there make me look fatter.

*Guys can resume reading now*

So tomorrow my older daughter goes on her end of school trip and won’t be back until Saturday night. That means, sadly, no Star Trek for the next 4 days *sigh*.

I’m gonna go gobble some ibuprofen and crash. Right after I take my dog out. Gotta be up at 5:30 am (did I mention I am NOT a morning person?) to drop my kid off at the bus. Nite!

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Support systems

Every diet, every wellness plan, every book I ever read… they all say having a support system at home is vital to success. I wish I could say that I have a support system at home, but I don’t. And that’s fine. It is what it is. So I’m doing the next best thing – I’m seeking out a support network of friends. Friends can be wonderfully supporting – and kick your ass into gear when you need that too.

For those handful who read this blog – day 4 without Coke!!!!!

OK onto the good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) part… I made it to the part in The Thyroid Diet where I examine my current weight (85 kg, egads!) and BMI (32.1 – which much to my dismay falls squarely into the Obese category). My bathroom scale is a cheap piece of junk and I’m not entirely sure of its accuracy so I’m going tomorrow to the pharmacy and using theirs, which gives a handy little printout for future reference. I’ll update those bits of info once I have that. Either way – it’s official… I’m a tub of lard and need to fix this, stat.

According to The Thyroid Diet, and my own experiences on what has worked for me in the past, I’ll be starting the Carb Sensitive plan, vs the Free Form or the Calorie Sensitive plans.

The plan consists of the following:

  • Eat 3 meals a day
  • Protein: 1-2 portions lean protein at each meal
  • Vegetables: 2 servings of low glycemic veggies at each meal
  • Fruits: 1 serving of low glycemic fruit per day
  • Carbs (starches): 1-2 servings per day
  • Good fats: small serving with each meal and snack
  • Snacks: 1-2 per day if needed (but nothing after 8pm)* Dinner here is at 10pm so I may have to extend that to 9pm as a compromise
  • Dessert: very sparingly, maybe a small one 1-2 times a week, but no carbs!
  • Water: 2 liters, min
  • Fiber: 30 gr. min

My ideal weight, and ultimate goal, is 60 kg so I have a LONG way to go. I’ll have a very healthy BMI of 22.6 when I get there!  However, the book breaks my journey down into smaller, easier to attain phases:

  • Phase 1 – move from Obese BMI to Overweight BMI – I need to lose 8.4 kg to reach that goal, and will weigh 79 kg when I get there.
  • Phase 2 – move from Overweight BMI to Healthy BMI – I need to lose 13 kg from the last goal, and will weigh 66 kg when I get there. This is the longest and hardest phase.
  • Phase 3 – reach goal weight and BMI – I need to lose 6kg from the last goal and will be 60 kg when I get there. I will have lost a total of 27.4 kg by the time I reach my final goal. To put that in perspective – my 9 year old weighs 30 kg.

I’ll update with the actual figures once I hit the pharmacy in the morning. G’nite!

UPDATE: My trip to the pharmacy was depressing. My weight, with jeans and a thin blouse, socks, unders and all that, was 87.4 kg. BMI was 32.9 – even if I take off, say, 1 kg for the clothes… damn. Goals above have been adjusted based on today’s weigh-in.

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