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Monday, February 11, 2008 4:17:34 PM
So Last night I said I was going to post my weight up here, show the world, be accountable, etc. I was going to do a modified weight watchers points system, and hopefully drop close to 50 pounds.
I have the stomach flu today, and that makes it really confusing to calculate points. IE: If I drink half of a carnation breakfast drink, but only some of it stays down, how do I count that? Do I count all of the points flat out? Or do I subtract the points from the portion I didn't get a chance to digest?
One of the bad things about being feverish is that I am fried mentally. At least, when I'm trying to speak... I repeat the same syllable over and over and over again, until I realize it and choose a different word. Oddly, I am still quite able to type, since most o what goes up here I don't really edit anyways, except for spelling, and occasionally graphic content (I'm a newlywed - what did you expect?!).
Anyway, I weighed myself shortly before I becames really ill.
168.2 lbs.
I'm really not happy with that number. I'm not happy with the fact that I'm not 5'9 either, but I can't do much about that one.
I think the worst thing about this whole being sick thing is that I don't trust myself to knit. Curses. I could knit with a broken leg. I think that by being a knitter that my illness heirarchy is a little skewed. I frankly would rather have a broken leg or foot than something that makes me bow to the porcelain god. However, a broken arm or hand is worse than both of those. Not only could I not knit, I couldn't type to complain about it.
I think the fever is making me a little delirious - Naptime, y'all!
I have the stomach flu today, and that makes it really confusing to calculate points. IE: If I drink half of a carnation breakfast drink, but only some of it stays down, how do I count that? Do I count all of the points flat out? Or do I subtract the points from the portion I didn't get a chance to digest?
One of the bad things about being feverish is that I am fried mentally. At least, when I'm trying to speak... I repeat the same syllable over and over and over again, until I realize it and choose a different word. Oddly, I am still quite able to type, since most o what goes up here I don't really edit anyways, except for spelling, and occasionally graphic content (I'm a newlywed - what did you expect?!).
Anyway, I weighed myself shortly before I becames really ill.
168.2 lbs.
I'm really not happy with that number. I'm not happy with the fact that I'm not 5'9 either, but I can't do much about that one.
I think the worst thing about this whole being sick thing is that I don't trust myself to knit. Curses. I could knit with a broken leg. I think that by being a knitter that my illness heirarchy is a little skewed. I frankly would rather have a broken leg or foot than something that makes me bow to the porcelain god. However, a broken arm or hand is worse than both of those. Not only could I not knit, I couldn't type to complain about it.
I think the fever is making me a little delirious - Naptime, y'all!
