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Fell off the wagon

It is June 4, 2013.  That means I only have 84 days until my birthday. I have regained some of my weight loss back and I feel (insert word choice here, the ones I thought of aren't very nice).

Eighty-four days is exactly 12 weeks. At two pounds a week, that's 24 pounds. And I wouldn't meet my goal by 3 pounds. I'll let you do the math. 

I'm positive there are some small changes I can make to start the process.  For example, packing my lunch for work and going back to less soda/more water. School is out tomorrow and that means the kids don't have to be up for anything and I could walk before work on my day shifts. I wouldn't feel as rushed either.

I'm trying to get my husband on board for a structured family event each evening we're home. Like a reading night, game night, pool day....etc. I firmly believe more family time will help everyone be healthier.

Another big change? As much as I love to bake, three batches of cake mix cookies at one time is really stupid and definitely self-sabotage. I need to go back to just making cupcakes for the boys and freezing them.

I bought a crustless sandwich maker so I could start making our own. That would save money and time.  Plus the boys can pick what they want in them (I want pb and nutella as a treat on a cheat day.)

Tomorrow will be wordless Wednesday...pics to come of the scale, me in my work clothes and a casual outift.  I will even hold myself accountable to my size by posting it.

So, eighty-four days. And it will be filled with MORE! More water, more fruit, more veggies, more movement with my boys, more time with my husband.

No nuc med test

I was scheduled for a nuc med test last week, but once again, I put my finances ahead of my health by picking up an extra shift. 

I have to call and reschedule and right now, I'm not sure when that will be.

Walking to the bus stop

Worked til 1am, got home at 140, finally crashed around 300, only to have to rouse myself at 625 to get Sam up and ready for school, pack his lunch, and walk him to the bus stop.  It's okay though, it's the time I enjoy most with him.  Well, aside from the snuggle time at night.

It's really the little things kids enjoy most.  I could get in my car and drive the ~400yds to the bus stop (we live in a gated apartment complex, definitely not a clear line of sight), but Sam prefers to walk.  Yesterday morning he told me it's because he doesn't want pollution.  Works for me, I think he also likes it means more mommy time.

So, twice a day, on my days off, I get at least a half mile "walk" in.  I say "walk" because it's really at a 7yo's pace.  On the days I close, I get half that because I only take him to the bus stop.....I'm rarely home in time to get him off the bus.

Unfortunately, this is NOT nearly enough walking.  I need a better strategy, but I'm not sure how to do that given I work a seriously screwy schedule.  The only thing that's routine about it are my days off.

Off to ponder.................

Results discussion

I get that the new wave is for doctors to hire a ton of medical assistants because nurses cost more. There's a reason for that.......THEY'RE WORTH IT.  Well, most are.  Not the one I had a conversation with on Friday.  But this about me, not her.

So, I went to see the doctor on Monday.  My numbers are all normal, but luckily Dr. P had some forethought and sent me for an ultrasound at the same time as labs.  Thus saving some time.

Turns out I have a cyst on my thyroid.  Not horrible, he's not even overly concerned.  But being the proactiv dr he is, he did order a Nuc Med test.

Now, from what I've been told this is a two-day test.  Great, just how I wanted to spend my two days off.  Driving back and forth to a lab that's 40 minutes away in good traffic.  I may look for a closer location.  That or I'm looking to find ways to occupy myself in town in between all these little appointments.

I'm tired and run down to the point that some coworkers are noticing.  They ask if I'm okay.  I just say, "I'm tired." 

But it's more than that.  I don't sleep well and my mind is scattered most days.  I've been called an airhead and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while now.  It's really not that.  I am scattered.  I have all this information bouncing in my head, with 90% of it relevant to my day, just not at the time I think of it. 

This is part of my 140by40 pledge to myself, to be more mentally healthy.  And sadly, I think medication will be necessary,

1:15 and no call back yet......

We'll see what 2:00 brings.....and I'll post again after I repeat my phone call.  Though, I have to question for a practice that has time to call patients on their birthday, why don't they have time to call patients with test results?

Hmmmmm, thought of the day.

The dr called yesterday.

I have to go in for my results. I called back today stating I wanted a call back for my results over the phone or for them to be faxed to me. Giving them until 2pm Friday to call me back and then it's on to the office manager.

It couldn't wait a full week, but they also couldn't get me in today or tomorrow. Well, after a little nudging from my sister, I decided I have no desire to get all anxious before Monday. Also? If I need to see someone else, I have more time to arrange schedule changes.

Fingers crossed for a phone call in the morning and its all manageable.