First - the weight loss part.
I have done exceedingly well this week (well, technically I have today to still get through without blowing it, but hey, close enough). I went over points on Monday by 3, because of my reading and arithmetic comprehension fail. But hey, that's what the flex points are there for, right?
I stayed on target Tues, Weds, Thurs and Fri, though if we're being honest, I have a feeling that the Chinese food I ate Friday night was really higher in points than I recorded. When you are just guessing because it's a local place with no nutritional info, it's hard. I found everything I ate (shrimp rolls, chicken broth from the wonton soup - yeah, just the broth, what? - lemon chicken) but who know whether or not that is anything approaching reality? I mean, the lemon chicken from this place is vastly different from the (better) lemon chicken from the place at home. But I tried, anyway.
And yesterday was the big splurge - Red Lobster. I know - it's hardly upper crust cuisine, but it's good. I just want to say God Bless RL for having ALL their nutritional information published online. It saved me a ton of grief. Because I was a good girl, I planned the menu in advance and looked everything up. I learned there was an appetizer that we had talked about that was 1500 calories. I shit you not. I was stunned. Anyway, we planned and I planned to use up my flex points because I did well, and everyone should splurge.
In the end, my meal totaled roughly 40 points. Yeah. I know.
In the end, that, and some Hershey's kisses and a glass of juice, were all I ate. That sounds bad, but I slept late, skipped breakfast and then we went to the place. I split my meal roughly in half and ate the rest for dinner. So really . . . not terrible. At all.
As of this morning, I am down another pound. Not where I wanted to be, but not terrible either. We didn't work out (oops) so I'm not going to complain too much. I can say that I have started noticing what I noticed last time - stretch marks beginning to close up and become ridges instead of valleys. A friend encouraged me not to get caught up on the scale numbers and accordingly I am tracking my measurements again and already have lost over an inch on my hips and waist. So the scale may not be as friendly as I'd like, but the body size is moving in the right direction.
I'll probably talk more about obesity/fatness, pregnancy, society, and perceptions soon, as these have all been percolating in my brain recently.
Until then, there isn't much to say. I'm still clinically pregnat, ie - still have enough hcg to register on tests. I'm hoping that tomorrow's blood draw shows a decrease to 50 or under. Worried it won't. I'm still - still!- spotting. It's so fucking annoying I can't even tell you how tired of it I am. It does seem to have slowed down some, in that there is less and less, but it's still dark brown to red brown and just when I think it's going away, it gets heavier for a few hours. So.Fucking.Tired. of it. Seriously. It's March. We are in MARCH and I have been bleeding/spotting since DECEMBER.
I have also done very well in making another large credit card payment. Sadly, it doesn't seem to have done much good. I want to say that I've put about $3k towards the credit card, and it seems to only be down about $1500 from where it was when I started paying the higher amounts.
Ugh. I really want it under $3000. I can live with that. I have illusions I could pay that off. But I'm still far from it. How depressing. I need to do our taxes so we can decide how much will go into savings versus how much will go towards debt. I really want our savings built up more. At least a full month of salary for an emergency fund, and frankly, I'd prefer $5k in there as a cushion. If I could get that in there, and we could save on top of that I'd be a happy, happy woman. I don't see it happening anytime soon, mind you, but I do happen to know that the MegaMillions jackpot for Tuesday is $212 million. . . so uh, dare to dream, I guess.