I was going to the doctor this morning for a regular blood test (to check cholesterol level) and get my blood pressure taken, and I figured they would put me on a scale there so I weighed myself at home before I left and I almost fell over on the floor.Those twenty pounds I had just about lost this time last year? Fifteen are back.
I knew for sure that ten were back, but this was a surprise. I told the doctor that when I was sick a few months ago with diverticulitis and I ate nothing but toast for three or four days and spent the rest of that time in the bathroom that I gained five pounds. Which I did. That's when he ordered the thyroid test, too. So we shall see.
In the meantime, I went back on W8 Watchers for real today. It worked before, so let's hope it works again. If I do have a thryoid issue (which I kind of doubt), well then it's just one more pill to take, so that's not a big deal. I do think that this damn menopause is an issue, though; wish that were over and done with.
The thing about the WW is that I just think about food all day. Not longingly, so much, but planning, figuring out, etc. It's a good thing for me, in that I love that kind of thing, but probably one of the reasons I stopped it when I reached my goal weight last time is that I wanted some relief from it. It's a love/hate thing, I guess.
The Hubs' car -- which is really K's car, but she's away so he never bothered to get a new one when his died -- blew a tire on the way home today, so he's taking mine for the next couple of days since he has traveling to do. Not a problem, really; I'll bring it in to the garage since it's due for service anyway. Really, it's not like I need new or fancy cars to drive; I don't and I never cared about such things. I do think he should drive a grown-up's car, where everything works and it doesn't have a big dent in the front fender that we're never going to fix.
*4 days!*
