As I sit here grateful it's Friday, I am really just glad the week is over so I can start anew. It's been a doozy. And not only in the diet realm, but the real world as well.
As I mentioned, my boss was in town this week, for staff "strategic planning". You know, those meetings where the big wigs sit in a closed room all day to brainstorm your company's future and leave us lower level staff wondering if we'll have a job in the next 6 months...
I worked out Monday at the gym, but did not make it to bikram. I had too much to do at home to prep for the week and be on call for whatever my boss may need. I had no idea I would have to prepare so much. I am glad I took the time off, as I needed to do laundry, cook some food for lunches, just take some me time, and not get home at 9pm. I just wish I knew I wouldn't get another chance all week!
We had a staff dinner on Tuesday after work, and I sort of behaved. There were drinks involved, but I mainly ate meats and veggies, no starches/carbs or desserts. I think the dishes had a lot of salt though, and I felt super bloaty afterwards, no fun. I didn't get to work out at all that day.
Wednesday, I was awoken at 6:45 am by an unknown number from the midwest. I let it go to voicemail, but upon hearing it, my boss was apparently on her way to the ER, and her family from Missouri was calling me to find out what was happening. She was supposed to be on a plane flying home to Montana at 8 am. That wasn't happening, I can tell you.
Long story short, I am in the ER with my poor boss who has a horrible headache and vertigo and can barely function. I'm with her all day, getting Rx's, food, watching her and checking in on her in her hotel. I'm stressed. I have no gym time, and my lunch is a Chipotle steak salad which was probably 148,593,027 calories. And yes, I got guacamole. I even ate a BAGEL that morning from the hospital bc I was starved. I go home for the night after a long day in the city and am "on call" just in case she relapses in the night. It's early to rise the next day to check in on her again.
Wed. morning I hop on over to the city to her hotel (again, no gym), helping my boss maneuver in a strange city with no family or friends around. I am her nurse, sherpa and cook. She stays an extra night at a co-worker's home until she is rested enough to fly out for Friday. I do not work out again Thursday at all, no yoga, and I eat a lot of carbs during the day. Breakfast sandwich, pita pizza, lots of cheese, and wine when I get home...can we say easy stress food?
Today, my boss is on her way home, on the mend. I, on the other hand, had my own doctor's appointment in the early am, so no gym pre-work for me, or at lunch since I would be getting in late. I ate a ham/egg/cheese breakfast sandwich. Not the greatest, but I was starving. I go in for a routine check up and my doctor tells me she's found something. Something. It just hangs out there in the air, along with my pants. Not to be outdone, I guess my own body wanted some attention.
I'm sure it's nothing serious, and something women get all the time, but no one wants to hear "oh, there's definitely something in there, let's get you to radiology in the next week to see what it is". I told the bf that a woman doesn't want to hear a Doctor immediately say "Oh, there's something in there" while simply rubbing your uterus, unless you know it is a baby or a bag of dicks.
What a way to end the week. I won't sit here with visions of tumors in my body all weekend, but I certainly won't be relaxed until I know what it is. Tumors, fibroids, cysts, what have you. I have an ultrasound on Monday at least.
For lunch, I went and satisfied a craving I've been having for bahn mi (grilled pork Vietnamese sandwich - no dressing) and some potato chips. I said fuck it. I start anew today, as I get my WW points from scratch on Fridays. I'll try to work out tonight after work, but after 4 days off, it won't be pretty.
To top it all off, I gained a pound this week, and went down ZERO inches after another two weeks. Next week I'll go back to no carbs, no fruit and maybe lower my points plus total and see what happens. The ob/gyn also said that perhaps I should get my thyroid tested again, even though two years ago (when I had this same issue of not losing weight), my numbers were within the normal realm. Sigh.
Basically, I really feel like shit today, and I ate poorly to spite my body who doesn't seem to be doing so great anyway. Go me.
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