This will be me and my fiance in 30 years. Ah who am I kidding, this is how we are now!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The tale of the broken toe
Originally posted February 20, 2008
Awww what a better way to say farewell to a good friend than to throw up in her sink and break a bone. Yes this is how I spent my friend Sara’s last night in California. It started out harmless enough, but ended with my head in a toilet and my toes bandaged up.
When it comes to drinking, I have pretty much learned what works for me and what my limit is. Therefore last Saturday night I stuck with my usual, which I pretty much nursed most of the evening. However, one of Sara’s co-workers brought some whiskey and about 5 of us toasted Sara and Jake on their new endeavor. OH what a mistake that was! I had never had whiskey before and now I know why! Within 20-30 minutes I started to feel sick. I was able to make it to her bathroom twice, but the third time I wasn’t so lucky. The next thing I know I am standing in the kitchen throwing up in the sink. It is a true friend who will hold your hair and stroke your back while you vomit in their kitchen sink.
Needless to say at this point I started to really notice my toe was hurting, but I was so consumed with my sickness that I really thought I had just stubbed it in one of my mad dashes to the bathroom. The vomiting stopped long enough for Layla and Sara to get me downstairs and into Layla’s car. I managed to make it home without getting sick again, which I am sure made Layla very happy. However, once I walked into my house I had to run to the bathroom. At this point my toe was really hurting me. But again I was too consumed with my vomiting to really notice the extent of my pain.
Once again another showing of true friendship as Layla stroked my back and made sure I was safe and sound before leaving. Once morning came I had already prayed to the Porcelain God a few more times, and it was then that I really noticed just how much pain I was really in. I took off my sock and was greeted by a swollen, purple foot. I finally came to the realization that if I couldn’t even keep water down and my foot looked like it belonged to Barney the dinosaur, then I should probably go to the doctor.
I checked into Urgent Care at 9:20 a.m. and took a seat… and then I sat… and sat… and sat... and sat. Finally after 3 hours and numerous trips to the bathroom, I was called in to see the doctor. I was quickly assessed and given a shot to stop my vomiting. An x-ray revealed I had not only fractured my little toe, but because I was unaware I had broken it and wore my shoes, the broken bone was twisted to the side. Now as most people know, there really isn’t much that can be done for a broken toe. So at 1:45 p.m., 4 1/2 hours after arriving at Urgent Care, they sent me home with my toes bandaged together and a special shoe.
As if this story isn’t bad enough… I don’t even think I was drunk! So I can’t even blame it on drunken stupidity - just bad alcohol! To top everything off, I have a bruise on my forehead from hitting it on the faucet while puking in Sara’s sink!
So the moral of my story is... Oh hell I don’t know!! All I do know is whiskey is not my friend and we will not be seeing each other ever again!
Awww what a better way to say farewell to a good friend than to throw up in her sink and break a bone. Yes this is how I spent my friend Sara’s last night in California. It started out harmless enough, but ended with my head in a toilet and my toes bandaged up.
When it comes to drinking, I have pretty much learned what works for me and what my limit is. Therefore last Saturday night I stuck with my usual, which I pretty much nursed most of the evening. However, one of Sara’s co-workers brought some whiskey and about 5 of us toasted Sara and Jake on their new endeavor. OH what a mistake that was! I had never had whiskey before and now I know why! Within 20-30 minutes I started to feel sick. I was able to make it to her bathroom twice, but the third time I wasn’t so lucky. The next thing I know I am standing in the kitchen throwing up in the sink. It is a true friend who will hold your hair and stroke your back while you vomit in their kitchen sink.
Needless to say at this point I started to really notice my toe was hurting, but I was so consumed with my sickness that I really thought I had just stubbed it in one of my mad dashes to the bathroom. The vomiting stopped long enough for Layla and Sara to get me downstairs and into Layla’s car. I managed to make it home without getting sick again, which I am sure made Layla very happy. However, once I walked into my house I had to run to the bathroom. At this point my toe was really hurting me. But again I was too consumed with my vomiting to really notice the extent of my pain.
Once again another showing of true friendship as Layla stroked my back and made sure I was safe and sound before leaving. Once morning came I had already prayed to the Porcelain God a few more times, and it was then that I really noticed just how much pain I was really in. I took off my sock and was greeted by a swollen, purple foot. I finally came to the realization that if I couldn’t even keep water down and my foot looked like it belonged to Barney the dinosaur, then I should probably go to the doctor.
I checked into Urgent Care at 9:20 a.m. and took a seat… and then I sat… and sat… and sat... and sat. Finally after 3 hours and numerous trips to the bathroom, I was called in to see the doctor. I was quickly assessed and given a shot to stop my vomiting. An x-ray revealed I had not only fractured my little toe, but because I was unaware I had broken it and wore my shoes, the broken bone was twisted to the side. Now as most people know, there really isn’t much that can be done for a broken toe. So at 1:45 p.m., 4 1/2 hours after arriving at Urgent Care, they sent me home with my toes bandaged together and a special shoe.
As if this story isn’t bad enough… I don’t even think I was drunk! So I can’t even blame it on drunken stupidity - just bad alcohol! To top everything off, I have a bruise on my forehead from hitting it on the faucet while puking in Sara’s sink!
So the moral of my story is... Oh hell I don’t know!! All I do know is whiskey is not my friend and we will not be seeing each other ever again!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I laugh in the face of temptation
This past weekend was a real test of my will power. Since beginning Medifast I have steered clear of temptation, but I was unable to avoid it this weekend.
It all began with date night with my son Friday night at Applebees. We ordered the 2 for $20, which comes with an appetizer. Before we left for dinner I looked at the menu online to see what I could eat, but knew that I would come face-to-face with my former love - spinach dip. To make matters worse, my son didn’t eat very much of it and so it sat there in front of me… taunting me. I immediately boxed it up, put it in a bag and tied it shut!
The next day we went to the local festival. Corn dogs, polish sausage sandwiches, funnel cake, a beer garden and worst of all - my favorite wine. Last year, I bought the souvenir glass because refills are less and I refilled that glass many times. This year not so much. Let me just tell you that going to a crowded festival with my rambunctious 9-year-old is definitely not as fun sober.
The final test came Sunday when I went to an early lunch with my girlfriends. Not only was I going to eat my lean & green meal earlier than normal, but we were going to an Italian restaurant where they have fantastic bread. But I prevailed! I was able to make alterations to my meal and I boxed up the pasta that came with it right away to take home to my fiancé.
Being a food lover on a strict diet is not easy, which is why I have failed many times before. However, this time really does feel different. From where my fat-ass sits, my future skinny life is looking pretty good.
It all began with date night with my son Friday night at Applebees. We ordered the 2 for $20, which comes with an appetizer. Before we left for dinner I looked at the menu online to see what I could eat, but knew that I would come face-to-face with my former love - spinach dip. To make matters worse, my son didn’t eat very much of it and so it sat there in front of me… taunting me. I immediately boxed it up, put it in a bag and tied it shut!
The next day we went to the local festival. Corn dogs, polish sausage sandwiches, funnel cake, a beer garden and worst of all - my favorite wine. Last year, I bought the souvenir glass because refills are less and I refilled that glass many times. This year not so much. Let me just tell you that going to a crowded festival with my rambunctious 9-year-old is definitely not as fun sober.
The final test came Sunday when I went to an early lunch with my girlfriends. Not only was I going to eat my lean & green meal earlier than normal, but we were going to an Italian restaurant where they have fantastic bread. But I prevailed! I was able to make alterations to my meal and I boxed up the pasta that came with it right away to take home to my fiancé.
Being a food lover on a strict diet is not easy, which is why I have failed many times before. However, this time really does feel different. From where my fat-ass sits, my future skinny life is looking pretty good.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Fitting rooms aren't fat-girl friendly
The food for my new eating plan came today and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I went to Kohls to look for a bra and decided to try on some pants while I was there. See since I have gained so much weight I either can’t fit into anything I own or have literally torn holes in the ones I can fit into by either over-wearing them or basically trying to fit my fat ass into them. Let’s just say that being naked in front of 3 full-length mirrors under fluorescent lights in a small fitting room will definitely make you reconsider your eating habits!
I am so excited about starting the plan. If we weren’t going to San Francisco this weekend for my birthday I would start tomorrow! But I guess waiting 3 days won’t make that much of a difference. Besides, what a better way to end my love affair with food that makes your ass huge then with 3 days of crab cakes, Chinese food and happy hour!
I am so excited about starting the plan. If we weren’t going to San Francisco this weekend for my birthday I would start tomorrow! But I guess waiting 3 days won’t make that much of a difference. Besides, what a better way to end my love affair with food that makes your ass huge then with 3 days of crab cakes, Chinese food and happy hour!
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