Seems like my fears that my intestines would go back to their previous Andee-hating ways after recovering from that sinus THING a couple weeks back are mostly unfounded. I've been pretty much eating like a normal person for about a month now, and other than relatively low grade complaints? The guts are all "Food? huh. Okay, I can do this." Which is nice. And annoying?

Annoying?

Yes. You see, I've been picking at food for a little over a year before the beginning of the month because it hurt to eat. Any nutrition I got was because I'd force food down past a hyperactive gag reflex and knowing that in thirty minutes I'd be in crippling pain for having the audacity to EAT. Which is kinda necessary to survival. As a result, I kinda forgot how to eat like a normal person. You've seen me complain about this. I've been all FOOD! GIMME ALL OF IT! lately. Which is okay for now, but it's not a habit I want to solidify, cause that's not healthy either.

On the other hand? Eat like a damn fool for a month, and you're going to gain weight, which in my case is a good thing. I'm still pretty comfy in size 10 pants, but my 12s aren't sliding off unassisted anymore. My face looks reasonably normal again. My ring's still a little big, but it's getting better. And my boobs are filling back out, yay! Yes, the important things in life, I know, lol. But seriously, y'all, now I know that I'm severely unhappy if I can see my ribs.

So right now, here's where I'm at with regard to my body - I think I'd like to figure out some reasonable boundaries regarding my food intake, because while this period of total Haagen Dazs and mashed potatoes binging is kinda fun/liberating, again, not good habits to form long term. I'd like to get back up to 165-ish pounds and stay around there. And at some point i need to start exercising. I have a sleeveless wedding dress I need to look hot in.

But yeah, it's actually really nice being able to look in the mirror and actually recognize myself again. I'm supposed to be a bigger girl, damn it. I guess it took not being one anymore to really 100% accept that.

For some reason I felt like dressing up a bit for tonight's adventure with the Squirekids in New Chinese Food Place.



Alas, Ginger Garden was rated by the whole gang between a C- and an F (they seem not to have figured out how that whole restaurant thing works yet and the food was a) late b) not spectacular, eh, or kinda gross depending on the dish) but good company more than made up for that so the adventure wasn't a total wash.

And hey I look pretty.


While I'd like to post about the rest of my Saturday, I can't because I mostly spent it unconscious. No really, I slept until 3. I wasn't playing when I said that I was devoting my Saturday to hardcore power-sleepage. Which is fine and dandy because do y'all know when the next time I'm going to get to sleep in is? yeah neither do I.

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?

Now that I have your attention, a completely boring post! Seriously, it will have absolutely no yiffing in it.

The events of the past couple weeks have kinda brought my attention to exactly how much I have NOT been taking care of myself lately. I would say that a fair amount of this has, quite frankly, stemmed from simply not being able to afford to, but considering when I do have money I tend to spend it on crap, that's not entirely true. But yeah, I'd kind of been taking the attitude that self-maintenance and care would get taken care of when the money situation got resolved, and one thing that I realized while dealing with the various medical dramas lately is that if I'm not taking care of myself first, the rest of this shit just plain isn't going to happen. A nice example of this was me nearly shooting to pieces late yesterday, not least of which because I'd of course forgotten to really eat anything all day.

Yeah, no.

So I've been shifting my priorities some to self-focus a bit, and it's been helping. Trying not to stress too much, eat something regularly (and not just starch/carbs), drink more water and less coffee, rest when I need it. It seems to actually working some when I stick to it. Despite last week and yesterday's meltdown of sorts, overall I've been focusing somewhat better, getting something instead of nothing done, and just more able to deal with shit. Seems to be a step in the right direction, anyway.

And now off to find some lunch and start the near sentient mountain of laundry mocking me from the corner.

Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

cell23 showed me this and I immediately said "I know someone who would love that."

( There is fabulousness there that does not sleep. NSFW. )

Apparently really humid days + me having a headache and deciding to forego hair elastics results in me transforming into Super Seventies Superhero Foxxxy Browne.



Just saying, that shit is FIERCE, yo. Like I said in a few places today, this thing is going to leap off my head and consume any small children it encounters. Possibly also your cat. You have been warned: beware the 'fro.

Insane urge to find a gold lame bodysuit, some ass kicking boots and a pistol now.

Second verse same as the first.

• 10:51 Eeeeeufgh pounding headache. Deciding whether I should drink coffee or go back to bed. Possibly both.
• 14:15 After almost 32 years of resistance @cell23 has me willingly sitting through a Bond movie. In other news, unseasonably cold weather in Hell.
• 17:08 Trying not to think too hard about how I bought my bathing suit 3 years and 30 pounds ago. stupid back chub.
• 19:00 OMG swimming with the #squirekids was ridiculously fun.
• 19:00 Like seriously, I haven't had that much fun in a pool since the seventh grade.
• 19:03 also holy CRAP i have monster tan lines already.
• 19:04 and that's what we'll be doing in a little while BITCHES
• 20:23 "look, i don't know much about vagina physics, but that sounds like a bad idea." #squirekids #betterwithoutcontext
• 21:34 "You need pants to hold kitties. Otherwise it's a sex crime." #squirekids #betterwithoutcontext

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