Thursday, June 24, 2010
No, that is the number of pounds I have GAINED since my emergency un-fill. Color me unhappy. :(
My fill is on Tuesday, and it can't come soon enough. I'm so wide open I could swallow a Yugo whole. o_O
Posted by Beth at 3:04 PM
Monday, June 7, 2010
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Anyway, even though he's been monitoring his blood sugar and, recently, had to go on insulin, he's gained more weight. And if you were around him, you'd see why. My God, after this weekend I have officially nicknamed him: HOOVER. That man can suck down everything on his plate before you've taken three bites of your own. Worse yet is his wife is teeny tiny -- 90 pounds soaking wet. So in about five bites, she's usually done. Which then means he also eats HER food.
I really enjoy them (most of the time -- he can be a pip to his wife, which gets old), but watching him eat just makes me sick now. He eats with his mouth open, eats like you're going to steal it off his plate, food hanging in his beard... it's totally disgusting. I guess the one GOOD thing to come of it is I lose my appetite. I worry for his health more than he apparently does. He eats crap, even though he's kinda "watching" what he eats -- probably goes a bit over his limit for starches and sugars but not totally blowing it. However, if I had diabetes and nearly lost my foot, I think I'd be making some MAJOR modifications in my life. At least I'd like to think I would. o_O
Even though I overate, I'd hate to think I was ever as bad as he is. Like one night we got an onion loaf appetizer (pretty much thin-sliced onions done like a bloomin' onion from Outback but done in a "loaf") and he literally ripped into it to the point where I just sat back in abject horror and disgust. I just don't enjoy eating with them, which I guess is good, since the wife seems to think WE are THEIR foodie friends. Ugh.
The good-bad news is this: I can now eat bread. However, I still find myself not finishing what I eat and getting full, which I never got before when I was more filled -- I never felt hunger OR fullness. So... I don't know if that's good or bad.
Anyway, it was a great trip, except for the night we got trashed and foodie friend hubby puked all night. Thursday I go camping with my gay neighbor-husband. THAT should be a test of how fit I am! o_O
Posted by Beth at 11:45 PM