I just closed Fisher Price® My First Checking Account™ yesterday. I've been meaning to get away from BoA for years now cause they're fee-happy assholes, but never got around to it and considering I've stubbornly clung to this one since my first year of college (and it's survived four bank mergers)... yeah. I'm still leaving the savings account open for folk to get me funds in emergencies, but I've mostly severed my ties with Bank of America and it's kind of a glorious feeling. Other than the weird sentimental attachment, I don't feel that bad about this. Flo's has been infinitely nicer to me.
I'm more or less back on a regular med schedule for the first time in a couple months. Hopefully that will fix some of the gastrointestinal ick I've been having lately.
Related to that I stepped on a scale this morning... Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I haven't seen the lighter side of 185 since just before surgery. No wonder I've been able to snake out of all my pants without undoing the flies lately. Again, a mixed bag here, I'm a girl so on one hand I'm all, "huh, weight loss, that's positive right?" except I know it's just cause I've been sick as hell lately and not eating very much cause it fucking hurts. So I'm actually looking forward to the number on the scale climbing a little bit. If there's one thing I've kinda learned and accepted about myself over the years is that my body seems happiest around 200-210lbs, which yeah, most docs would be all like OMG FAT FAT FATTY FAT FAT FAT but that always seems to be where I feel healthiest. Above that I feel like a distant Hutt cousin, and below that, well. Usually comes with the side effect of being sick as a fucking dog.
Also if I get back there I won't have to go pants shopping. Yes, the lazy/poor informs my health decisions, lol.
We'll see how I do back on meds for a while, if indeed it seems like I can once again actually eat stuff without it killing me three hours later, I may start regularly fishing for people to go to Planet Fitness with me. Exercise is good and all, right?
I'm more or less back on a regular med schedule for the first time in a couple months. Hopefully that will fix some of the gastrointestinal ick I've been having lately.
Related to that I stepped on a scale this morning... Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I haven't seen the lighter side of 185 since just before surgery. No wonder I've been able to snake out of all my pants without undoing the flies lately. Again, a mixed bag here, I'm a girl so on one hand I'm all, "huh, weight loss, that's positive right?" except I know it's just cause I've been sick as hell lately and not eating very much cause it fucking hurts. So I'm actually looking forward to the number on the scale climbing a little bit. If there's one thing I've kinda learned and accepted about myself over the years is that my body seems happiest around 200-210lbs, which yeah, most docs would be all like OMG FAT FAT FATTY FAT FAT FAT but that always seems to be where I feel healthiest. Above that I feel like a distant Hutt cousin, and below that, well. Usually comes with the side effect of being sick as a fucking dog.
Also if I get back there I won't have to go pants shopping. Yes, the lazy/poor informs my health decisions, lol.
We'll see how I do back on meds for a while, if indeed it seems like I can once again actually eat stuff without it killing me three hours later, I may start regularly fishing for people to go to Planet Fitness with me. Exercise is good and all, right?
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:15 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 05:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 07:14 pm (UTC)From:And exercise is good! As long as you're not over-doing it.
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