Down two point four baby!! Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!! And, since I started WW again sometime last April, I looked up my total weight loss today too- twenty four point two. In a YEAR. Not exactly something to write home about, but it's not like I can do anything about it now. The only thing I can do is track, make sensible decisions, and keep working out.
Do I sound like a WW promo?
And speaking of working out, I only have TWO days left on the 30 Day Shred!!! Yes, the 30 Day Shred that I started...in September. Roughly two hundred and twenty days ago. Wow. Anyway. I'm a little sad to see it go, but also super excited because when I downloaded the 30 Day Shred, it came free with Shred it With Weights. I did a little preview, it seems like it's a kettle bell workout, about thirty minutes, with maybe a touch of cardio. Probably won't net me the four activity points that the 30 Day Shred does, but it'll be nice to try something new. And I really like her, so I might look into maybe one or two other tapes to get too, mix it up a little.
But yes, I will actually be sad to see the 30 Day Shred end. It's still hard as hell, but not THAT hard. I don't feel uber challenged anymore, so I think it's time to wrap it up.
In other news, if you're looking for an update on the Will Jenn Need to be Admitted to the Fifth Floor Anytime Soon fiasco, here it is. I went to my doctor's appointment Tuesday, shaking in my boots with the fear of having to TALK to a stranger, but I worked up my nerve, told her about how nervous and worked up I get about everything, explained about the heart racing, breaking out in a sweat, not being able to function last week with the whole DMV shenanigans...and she told me that if I wanted to 'be medicated' I needed to make an appointment with the clinic psychologist. Not psychiatrist, mind you, the psychologist. As in, not an MD. Now, I'm not some sort of MD snob, and in fact, I see FNPs nine times out of ten nowadays anyway and have never minded before. But why do I have to go see someone ELSE to get a script for zoloft? This wasn't a new FNP, she was old, and experienced. Did she think I'm some sort of drug seeker? Did she think I was going to trade my zoloft for Xanax on the streets? Is she stupid, that's not a trade anyone would be willing to make.
I don't know why she blew me off. Alls I know is that when I went out to the desk to try to get an appointment to see the non-md, non-NP psychologist, she was booked. They told me to try the central appointment line later in the month.
Good thing I'm not actually psychotic, hmm?
Anyway. I'm going to just keep doing what I'm doing and try to deal. If I have another panic attack anytime soon, I will just go back in and demand to be seen, I suppose.
Anyway. It's not as bad as it sounds. I actually feel a ton better since I resolved the whole DMV fiasco, just a little nervous about something I can't quite put my finger on. But that's pretty par for the course, so it's not that big a deal. Long story short, don't worry about me. I'm fine. And I'm not going to hurt my babies :)
Here are a few pics from Scott's party this weekend. I only took like twenty shots!! I usually take about two hundred!!
This is two daughters of two close friends. Aren't they super sweet?!?! Makes me want another baby.
Here's Ava with that same sweet baby later on. Now, I know that all babies are beautiful, blah blah blah. But c'mon, isn't this baby GORGEOUS!?!? And she smells so perfect, and makes the cutest little noises...yeah. Makes me want another one. For realsies.
His Transformers cake. FYI, I ordered Spiderman.
He is so handsome. Nevermind that I just had to haul my sore-ass thighs up the stairs to lay into him because he got out of bed (it's almost TEN OCLOCK) and took ALL the pillows out of the linen closet (we got about twenty at Sears right before we left for Guam. Because we are IDIOTS) and was jumping off his top bunk into a pool of pillows. Look at this sweet face, with his little sweet lips and his big ole sweet ears. I love that little a-hole.
And then this sweet little brat, look at that smile. He's trying to impress that girl. Who is CLEARLY not interested. Poor Dub.
Years ago, Nick smooshed someone's face into icing and laughed. Ever since, this is what we have to deal with every time we have any sort of icing (or dips, or yogurts, basically ANYTHING that texture) around. Thanks Nick.
Don't ask me to pick a favorite SK book. It would actually send my anxiety over the edge and I'd have a for-real psychotic break. Please don't.