Down point five. Not that exciting, but at least I didn't gain. And other than the tube of cookie dough, I ate really well this week and I feel AMAZING. So even though I always used to roll my eyes at the meetings when girls would talk about their "non scale victories" I guess I'll have to admit that that's what I'm celebrating this week. Wanna hear something gross? So, I drink these smoothies. I buy the atkins low carb ones because they're the least amount of points while still giving you as much calcium and more protein than a glass of milk, and they taste like chalk. So I make them with frozen strawberries. And now, drumroll please...frozen spinach!
Did you throw up a little in your mouth? It's really not that bad, you can't even taste it! Maybe I'm using too many strawberries or something, because SERIOUSLY, the only difference is that it makes the smoothie green instead of pink. How cool is that?
Anyway. Weight loss isn't taking up too much space on my mind nowadays because this is what I've woken up to the past few days.
Now THAT is gross! What is wrong with him?!?!?! Either his allergies are irritating his nose until it bleeds, he has low platelets from as-yet-undiagnosed leukemia, he picks it too much, or Scott hits him in the face every morning right before they open their door.
Seems like a lot of blood for picking. And he doesn't cry, he's not upset about it, so I'm not very hopeful that it's from trauma. So...can allergies really cause this much blood? He doesn't have an unusual amount of bruising, and it's not like he bleeds and bleeds and bleeds...I guess if it happens anymore, I'll try to take him in. I don't know. Meryl, if you're out there, what do you think? I feel like being a nurse makes me always jump to the worst conclusion (and of course, I just HAD to be an oncology nurse!) so I can't imagine what it must be like for you and Rob!
Anyway. That's my story for the day. Engelbrecht out.