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beansideIt's Thursday, and I have the day off! Happy dance! Okay, no dance, back is still a little cranky, though finally improving. I can actually pick things up off the floor, which is important since I'm a klutz and drop things frequently.
It's actually a busy day, as I have a psych appointment at 10 and a vet appointment for Sam at 2:20. My psych appointment is in person, boo. I don't really feel like dressing in normal people drag, but I shall. Don't want him to think I'm not doing well. I don't think leggings and a tshirt convey stable grown up the way I want it to. I may wear one of my new shirts, just for the hell of it.
The vet appointment is less exciting. We've been needing to take Sam, because he's skinny. I thought it was just old man skinny, but now I'm wondering if it could be thyroid. So, off to the vet with him to get checked. I hate taking him, because there's a part of me that's convinced they're going to find something else wrong with him. He is 20, after all. I know rationally that cats don't normally live this long, but I'm not ready to let him go yet.
Work yesterday was boring. I had one market in the morning, and one in the afternoon. That was the sum of my work. It did not make for a busy day. And all the other departments were up to date, so I couldn't even do something there.
All my packages seem to be in limbo at the moment. Most have shipped, but no movement in a couple of days. I'd like all my Christmas presents to arrive already. I want to be done before my birthday. That would be ideal. I did get a 1 pound package of candied ginger yesterday, which was nice. Spicy and delicious. I'm thinking chopping it small and putting it in some oatmeal cookies.
Apparently, I have shrunk a little more and can now fit in size 20 jeans. They're a little tight still, but I'm definitely almost there. I'm still a touch weirded out by my incredible shrinking trick. I'm really not trying, but it just keeps happening. Jess says this is what happens when I have a working pancreas. They may be correct. It's just strange. Like most fat people, I have a complicated relationship with weight loss. I didn't look for it--it's just a weird side effect of the Rybelsus that keeps my blood sugar in line. But there's still that little bit of glee when I squish into a smaller size. Oh well. It seems like it's going to keep happening for the moment, so I'll just sit back and take the ride.
Okay, I shall now go forth and attempt to be productive. Have a good day everyone!
It's actually a busy day, as I have a psych appointment at 10 and a vet appointment for Sam at 2:20. My psych appointment is in person, boo. I don't really feel like dressing in normal people drag, but I shall. Don't want him to think I'm not doing well. I don't think leggings and a tshirt convey stable grown up the way I want it to. I may wear one of my new shirts, just for the hell of it.
The vet appointment is less exciting. We've been needing to take Sam, because he's skinny. I thought it was just old man skinny, but now I'm wondering if it could be thyroid. So, off to the vet with him to get checked. I hate taking him, because there's a part of me that's convinced they're going to find something else wrong with him. He is 20, after all. I know rationally that cats don't normally live this long, but I'm not ready to let him go yet.
Work yesterday was boring. I had one market in the morning, and one in the afternoon. That was the sum of my work. It did not make for a busy day. And all the other departments were up to date, so I couldn't even do something there.
All my packages seem to be in limbo at the moment. Most have shipped, but no movement in a couple of days. I'd like all my Christmas presents to arrive already. I want to be done before my birthday. That would be ideal. I did get a 1 pound package of candied ginger yesterday, which was nice. Spicy and delicious. I'm thinking chopping it small and putting it in some oatmeal cookies.
Apparently, I have shrunk a little more and can now fit in size 20 jeans. They're a little tight still, but I'm definitely almost there. I'm still a touch weirded out by my incredible shrinking trick. I'm really not trying, but it just keeps happening. Jess says this is what happens when I have a working pancreas. They may be correct. It's just strange. Like most fat people, I have a complicated relationship with weight loss. I didn't look for it--it's just a weird side effect of the Rybelsus that keeps my blood sugar in line. But there's still that little bit of glee when I squish into a smaller size. Oh well. It seems like it's going to keep happening for the moment, so I'll just sit back and take the ride.
Okay, I shall now go forth and attempt to be productive. Have a good day everyone!
