Did I Double My Meds?

Okay, so I'm hormonal and in mild pain. So why am I so happy?

I know. Why question such things. But I do. I'm used to being miserable, so I don't really understand inner happiness. Perhaps not happiness, but almost giddiness. So of course I attempt to analyze, and I've got NADA. I've been eating right, sleeping, over-exerting but still alive, and I'm happy. WTF?

And if this is JUST because of that really pretty number on the scale, I'm gonna be bitchy. I cannot be THAT defined by a number. Can I? Oh god, I probably can. Shit.

In other news, I'm annoyed with the fact that I've been impressed upon my American media. Specifically, Dita Von Teese. Because, as my mother says, "You shouldn't want to be like a stripper". Okay, there IS a difference between burlesque and stripping, but I get her point.

At the doc's today, had ALL my stitches taken out. Most didn't hurt, but the one's at my tuchus. OW.

I think it's so interesting how I'm all held together, almost by myself. I do have inner dissolvable sutures, but still. How cool! Alysha (my nurse) gets so excited when she sees me. Apparently I shrink. Who the hell knows. It's a long process, people. I guess I'm not quite blase, but I'm rightly afraid to get my hopes up.

Also, no more body suit. Back to Spanx! Or, in my case, Assets, the cheaper Target brand, but just as good. I actually worry the "2" might be too big. WTF?

I'm also cleared to drive (as long as I'm not drugged. Can you imagine a hydrocodone-road rage?) and walk 20-30 minutes, but not strenuously. *sigh* still no jogging.

As for Howie? I'll call him tomorrow when I have a phone that's not on death row. I haven't had a charger, been at Mom's!

Today I printed the rest of the envelopes, and stuffed, sealed, and stamped. Grand Total: 437. Yeah, I'm tired. I don't get paid, but it doesn't bother me, because my Mom REALLY does so much for me.

Oh, so I knew it was going to be a long day. Picked up some sugar-free Jolly Ranchers, my Mom got some chocolate, figured we'd just carbo-load and work.

Stupid me. I ended up living on squash, veggies, 1 piece of matzah, string cheese...I can't even "binge" properly when given perfect opportunity. *shakes head*

Definitely bedtime. So tired.

Oh, and I still NEED to lose 10 lbs. Maybe 20, depending on how much this "swelling weigh".

Oh, new therapist, where are you? I think I need one, yes?

Oh, and this happiness I'm oddly experiencing? Not mania, so no people, I'm not bipolar. I'm just me. And FYI, Starbucks "truffles". SO not worth the calories, yech.