
I feel sad that my blogging has deteriorated to once a day, to a once a week endeavor. And I think I know why... I haven't lost any weight...
That being said, I do not in the least blame NS. I have cheated fairly regularly in the past few weeks, and once I hit the big minus 12, I got comfortable. This is a VERY familiar trait I have... its called weakness.
So I will begin blogging more in an effort to own up to my realities, whether good or bad... or neutral.
I have really enjoyed getting back intot he swing of eating right, my stomach has shrunk, and I am making the right decisions (for the most part). But I have been eating out more then I should. Its sad that eating out has become America's 20 something social activity du jour. If I choose not to eat out, I miss out on almost all social activites within my group of friends. if I skip dinner, I then end up at an after dinner drink spot drinking on an empty stomach. Ask Paul which scenario he prefers. (I have been gaining a reputation of "light weight" with a walking problem) no bueno.
To add excuses to insult, I went in for my physical, in which the doc asked if I'd like an AIDS test. As I pretended not to visualize my AIDS spreading tree in my head (if Jimmy sleeps with Connie who slept with Steven and HArry blah blah blah we all have AIDS...) I didn't even think to worry abou thte other test results that might come up... mistake.
I recieved a very poisitve (as in happy) voice mail from the nurse at my doctor's office, Hi ELyse! All your results came out great! You are healthy, your vitamins are at level, your cholesterol, your thi your that... I'm thinking, as I bite my nails in irritation, girl what about the AIDS TEST!?!?! And finally "oh yeah, and you're AIDS test came back negative too." As I giddily erase my message of positivity (as in good and happy) I realizze she didn't mention the most important test of all. My thyroid. You see I suffer from a post-menopause auto immune disorder called hypothyroidism. Yes I said post-menopause, and no I have not gone through menopause early. I randomly ( I thought) was diagnosed with this at the tender age of 20, my younger sis was diagnosed a year later, my best friend was just diagnosed at 26, and even my dog was diagnosed with it!!! All Burbank people (I'm seriously thinking about pulling an Erin Brockovish on the town's ass) ANYWAYS... I should check my levels once every 3 months. It had been 6, so I was already late. I called the nurse back, and as she scrolled though the results she quickly said they would call me back. A minute later the doctor was on the other line telling me not to panic but my results had come back bad, very bad. He immediately wanted to up my meds and was sounding worried in an "I'm not worried, I'm a doctor" voice.
I am now on my upped meds, feeling fat (which is a symptom of Hypothyroidism) and tired, and almost fainted on my way to work yesterday. The gods have more then a sense of humor when it comes to me...





