My weight was down a little this morning to 135.8. I looked through my charts and I have lost 22.8 in a little over 4 months. That's over 4 pounds a month. It doesn't sound like much but for me that is huge. I don't think I could have done it without Saxenda so I am glad it is an option. I feel good about myself again and I am starting to not hate the way I look. For some reason I set my goal weight as 123 in the app but really want to get under 120. I'm not going to change it for now. I stalled in the low 140's for a month so if my weight decides to stall out I am not going to beat myself up with the current stats.
I took this on my way up to the office. My sister gave me this dress/shirt for Christmas so I took a picture to send to her. These dresses aren't known for showing off a figure but, again, I don't hate it. I need to start saving up for the tummy tuck I am going to need.
Fitness has been nonexistent. I am getting my allergy skin test done in a couple of weeks so I am off my meds. My throat hurts and I have that that over all blech feeling, not sick just run down felling that makes it impossible to make myself do anything physical. I am glad I can still do my nose sprays or I wouldn't be able to breathe.
Bailey is a knucklehead. When I looked at dogs to foster/adopt, I always looked at 2 or older, I am way too old for all this puppyness. Marcy is miserable, she doesn't want to play and Bailey can't understand why she doesn't want to play. I feel bad for both of them. I try to get Bailey outside and play with him when that happens but it has been really cold and rainy so that doesn't always happen. He gets his second round of shots this week so I will feel better about taking him on walks at the park. He has a day care buddy, who is also named Bailey (it's a girl so not sure of the spelling). They played really hard on Thursday and they said he had a lot of fun. Other Bailey is a little younger but bigger but they seem to play well together. She is the only other puppy there so on days that she doesn't come in my boy has to play with the kennel attendants. She is usually there on Tuesday and Thursday and as it turns out I have to switch my telework day so Friday will be the only day he won't have a puppy friend.
Dennis made the comment last night that he is too old for a puppy, that if Bailey lives to be as old as Libby did (fingers crossed) he will be in his 70's. I was just like. so? He is all the time complaining that his dad never got another dog so I don't see what his point is. Keep in mind I wasn't looking for a baby puppy when he found me but they seek out the ones who need them, so, here we are. I'm just glad we are in a place where putting him in day care isn't a huge burden and it probably helps the older kids having a break from him.
Speaking of the other kids, Ninja was really sick yesterday but made a miraculous recovery just in time for dinner 😽 I was worried that Bailey might have hurt him but I think he ate a bug or something that didn't want to be eaten.
Every now and again there is peace in the house...and dirty muddy floors.
I had a little setback on Friday and called in to work. A retired co-worker passed away earlier in the week. He was a part of the lunch group I used to hang out in. Even when he retired, him and his wife would meet us at least once a month for pizza buffet. I felt like I should go to the services but I was having major anxiety over who would be there. Dennis had met him and his wife but I knew that TR would be there and it's a little too soon for them to be in the same room together. So Dennis watched the puppy and I sucked it up and went to the funeral. I went a little late thinking I could sneak in the back but wouldn't you know it, I wasn't the only one. I ended up sitting by a guy I used to work with that is really good friends with my friend who moved to Canada. It wasn't bad. Rupe and his wife sat a few rows in front of us. I wonder if I will ever be able to function like a normal adult in these types of situations? But I guess what's normal? There were a lot of people there and the service itself was nice, a little preachy for my liking but it wasn't my funeral.
I also had an incident last week where a lady that I don't know very well went off on a crazy rant for a good 20 minutes about global economy reset, how evil Obama is, how Trump is going to save the world, oh, and something about Oral Roberts and human sacrifice. At first I kind of tried to brush her off saying that I disagree but I didn't feel like work was the place to discuss it but the crazier she got, the more concerned I got for her, and a little, my safety. Did I mention that ORU owns the building we work in? She works in my old department so I ended up talking to her supervisor and telling him (which happens to be the guy I sat next to at the services on Saturday) that he needs to keep an eye on her because she isn't thinking rationally. At the end of the original conversation I was more of less nodding my head just to get away from her and not engage, well as I was walking out of her supervisor's office she comes up to me and tells me she wants to talk to me to see what information I have on OR. I just smiled a little OMG don't talk to me smile and kept walking. I always seem to attract the crazies. That might have played into the Friday anxiety too.
I am a little too excited for lunch today. I hate microwaved food so I bought an air fryer and put it on my desk. We tried some simple burgers in it last night and it seemed to work ok. I have a small toaster oven now but it never seemed to cook or reheat evenly. I am anxious to see how it works out. I brought in some Parmesan chicken cutlets from Target to make...fingers crossed.
Fitness has been nonexistent. I am getting my allergy skin test done in a couple of weeks so I am off my meds. My throat hurts and I have that that over all blech feeling, not sick just run down felling that makes it impossible to make myself do anything physical. I am glad I can still do my nose sprays or I wouldn't be able to breathe.
Bailey is a knucklehead. When I looked at dogs to foster/adopt, I always looked at 2 or older, I am way too old for all this puppyness. Marcy is miserable, she doesn't want to play and Bailey can't understand why she doesn't want to play. I feel bad for both of them. I try to get Bailey outside and play with him when that happens but it has been really cold and rainy so that doesn't always happen. He gets his second round of shots this week so I will feel better about taking him on walks at the park. He has a day care buddy, who is also named Bailey (it's a girl so not sure of the spelling). They played really hard on Thursday and they said he had a lot of fun. Other Bailey is a little younger but bigger but they seem to play well together. She is the only other puppy there so on days that she doesn't come in my boy has to play with the kennel attendants. She is usually there on Tuesday and Thursday and as it turns out I have to switch my telework day so Friday will be the only day he won't have a puppy friend.
Dennis made the comment last night that he is too old for a puppy, that if Bailey lives to be as old as Libby did (fingers crossed) he will be in his 70's. I was just like. so? He is all the time complaining that his dad never got another dog so I don't see what his point is. Keep in mind I wasn't looking for a baby puppy when he found me but they seek out the ones who need them, so, here we are. I'm just glad we are in a place where putting him in day care isn't a huge burden and it probably helps the older kids having a break from him.
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I had a little setback on Friday and called in to work. A retired co-worker passed away earlier in the week. He was a part of the lunch group I used to hang out in. Even when he retired, him and his wife would meet us at least once a month for pizza buffet. I felt like I should go to the services but I was having major anxiety over who would be there. Dennis had met him and his wife but I knew that TR would be there and it's a little too soon for them to be in the same room together. So Dennis watched the puppy and I sucked it up and went to the funeral. I went a little late thinking I could sneak in the back but wouldn't you know it, I wasn't the only one. I ended up sitting by a guy I used to work with that is really good friends with my friend who moved to Canada. It wasn't bad. Rupe and his wife sat a few rows in front of us. I wonder if I will ever be able to function like a normal adult in these types of situations? But I guess what's normal? There were a lot of people there and the service itself was nice, a little preachy for my liking but it wasn't my funeral.
I also had an incident last week where a lady that I don't know very well went off on a crazy rant for a good 20 minutes about global economy reset, how evil Obama is, how Trump is going to save the world, oh, and something about Oral Roberts and human sacrifice. At first I kind of tried to brush her off saying that I disagree but I didn't feel like work was the place to discuss it but the crazier she got, the more concerned I got for her, and a little, my safety. Did I mention that ORU owns the building we work in? She works in my old department so I ended up talking to her supervisor and telling him (which happens to be the guy I sat next to at the services on Saturday) that he needs to keep an eye on her because she isn't thinking rationally. At the end of the original conversation I was more of less nodding my head just to get away from her and not engage, well as I was walking out of her supervisor's office she comes up to me and tells me she wants to talk to me to see what information I have on OR. I just smiled a little OMG don't talk to me smile and kept walking. I always seem to attract the crazies. That might have played into the Friday anxiety too.
I am a little too excited for lunch today. I hate microwaved food so I bought an air fryer and put it on my desk. We tried some simple burgers in it last night and it seemed to work ok. I have a small toaster oven now but it never seemed to cook or reheat evenly. I am anxious to see how it works out. I brought in some Parmesan chicken cutlets from Target to make...fingers crossed.
Human sacrifice?! Yikes.
ReplyDeleteThe dress looks cute. And I hope your lunch turned out great!
ReplyDeleteI think Saxenda might be in the same class as the drug I was taking earlier this year, Ozempic (semaglutide), even though Saxenda isn't a diabetes drug and Ozempic is. It's interesting that you've had such good results from it. Hope you continue to see steady progress!
Bailey won't be a puppy for very long. ;) He is very cute, especially hanging out with the cat. Does Truman play with him at all?