Daily Archives: June 23, 2014

But not for you

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Unless you have an eating disorder. Then, that voice is probably wrong.

Well…there goes that idea…

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I was going to get another workout in before bed. I was going to.

Then I stood up.

No, wait. Then I tried to stand up.

My legs have decided to revolt. I shall crawl to bed now, I think.

Sometimes I make myself laugh

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I was thinking to myself that some days (like today!) I make so many posts it’s like I have verbal diarrhea all over my blog.

Then, I chuckled to myself and thought how appropriate it is that I would have verbal diarrhea to go with my actual, laxative-induced diarrhea. (So, I thought I’d add more verbal diarrhea to the blog by blogging about it…)

Hey, would you looky there, I’m going to leave…for the bathroom now…

I feel like an old woman

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Apparently the overuse of my bike has finally gotten to my body. I stood up (after resting for about half an hour) and my whole body was ridiculously sore and stiff. Especially the thigh parts of my body.

Walking to the bathroom, I felt like I needed a cane. Or like…maybe an electric scooter?

Don’t fail me now, body. I only have one more week to abuse you. (Hmm, that sounded weird when I actually typed it out…)

Because my body just hates me

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So, lately while working out, and for a while after, my body just itches like crazy. Everywhere. I’ve tried taking a shower and changing my clothes immediately afterward, but that doesn’t seem to help.

I googled it, and it seems that it could be caused by a circulatory issue, or possibly even that my body starts producing histamine when I start working out. I have no idea. I’m going to ask my doctor about it on Thursday. It’s driving me nuts.

I might try taking an antihistamine to see if that helps at all. I’m just concerned it will put me to sleep. I don’t know if falling asleep (missing out on more workout time) is worth eliminating the itch. Hmm…

 

***Terrifying Bonus!***

While looking for an image for this post, I found the following image, which just might be the most horrifying image known to man.

Now’s your chance!

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I promised a couple other bloggers a handwritten letter. I haven’t been very timely on that, but I am FINALLY writing letters.

Right now.

And I seem to be in a letter-writing mood. SO! If you would like a letter, you can go to the “contact me” page and send me your address. It will send it to my email, it won’t post on my blog anywhere, so it will stay confidential. I promise to write to anyone whose address I receive.

My subconscious is more self-aware than I am

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I sat in a room and cried for you. I missed you so much. I sobbed and sobbed and I felt the pain.

And then I woke up.

I can’t properly grieve my sister’s death while I’m awake, so apparently I’ve started doing it in my sleep.

Yay, I’m not in the hospital!

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I wasn’t sent to the hospital. I’m really excited about that.

However, I feel like shit. I’m dizzy, weak, probably dehydrated, nauseous, etc, etc. I just want to lie in bed all day.

Unfortunately, the building owner is coming in the morning to inspect all the units, so I need to clean. >_<

I just had the most stupid conversation

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I don’t know why I get into arguments on Facebook.

Someone I know posts: Muscle does not weigh more than fat!!! 1 pound of muscle weighs the same as 1 pound of fat. 1 pound muscle just takes up less space than 1 pound of fat!!!!

I respond: …That’s like saying steel doesn’t weigh more than feathers

Her: 1 pound of steel weighs more than 1 POUND of feathers? Nope!!!! 1 pound is 1 pound lol

Me: Right. But steel is still heavier than feather. Yes, ONE POUND of steel obviously weighs the same as ONE POUND of feathers, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need A LOT MORE feathers to weigh the same amount, because steel is heavier. Same with muscle and fat. Yes, ONE POUND of fat and ONE POUND of muscle weigh the same. Obviously. But you need more fat to make up a pound than you do muscle, because muscle weighs more.

Her: That’s what I said…muscle doesn’t weigh more than fat.

Me: You can’t just take one pound of a light object and one pound of a heavy object and go, “Look! This isn’t heavier than that!!”
If you need more of one than the other to weigh the same amount, one is heavier than the other.

Her friend: Sorry but <name of person> is correct … 1 lb of feathers = 1 lb of steel…..

I…what?

**UPDATE**

So, I didn’t think I’d need to clarify, but based on the comments section, I do.

I have never heard ANYONE say “one pound of muscle is heavier than one pound of fat”. That would be ridiculous, stupid, and wrong. The only thing I’ve ever heard is “muscle is heavier than fat” and is ALWAYS referring to equal VOLUME of each.

If you have the same VOLUME of fat and muscle, muscle IS heavier. Period.

You were probably right

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When I got up this morning, those six pounds were gone. Plus two more. I feel more relieved than I can express.

I also…*drum roll*…slept last night! I even slept pretty well. I feel the most refreshed I’ve felt in quite a while.

I also remembered to call my doctor this morning, so I have an appointment set up on Thursday, so the mental health guy can’t yell at me for that.

I have about an hour now before I have to leave to see him. I’m worried he’s going to insist on sending me to the hospital this time, and I’m not sure if I can (or should) talk my way out of it again. So, to prepare, I’m making a bag of stuff to keep me occupied at the ER and hospital like a couple books, some coloring books and colored pencils, my Bible, a journal, and some paper to finally write those letters I keep promising.

I’m hoping I won’t need it, but I’d rather be prepared.