It is heartbreaking. I have no words. My son and I visited this afternoon.
I am 1.5 lbs down from the 5.5-5 lbs I gained after Sunday. I won’t lie, I am a bit disappointed. I weighed in at 162, took 1/4 pack of the ketone drink with my favorite black Organo coffee with ganoderma reishi mushrooms, and went on with my day… which was almost entirely without power/electricity due to a tree falling on power lines 1/2 a mile from my house last night.
We didn’t get our power back until 4 pm today.
It is starting to get chilly outdoors (30s/40s), so temps in my house dipped below 60F most of last night and today. It wasn’t fun, since I currently have a toddler who is sick with croup and fever (again).
I have been rather strict with my keto diet since yesterday. Today’s meal was my favorite standby of roasted beef marrow bones with avocado halves and a salad of arugula, capers, shallots, lemon, and olive oil.
I am hoping tomorrow’s scale is better… but I kind of overate the keto foods tonight at the last minute… even though I have over an hour of cardio in, some weighted hula hooping, and over 19k steps per fitbit today.
It’s been such a stressful week! I need to keep moving to save my sanity!
I AM IN SHOCK!!! I haven’t hit below 160 since my avocado accident in December!!
thankfully, it went well.
There is absolutely no way to make Lularoe leggings look flattering on me, but I am down 12 pounds in 11 days!
I am only 5’4 and a half, maybe, so I am not a tall, lithe person. I am extremely muscular and moderately active at the moment. I have not had the time I usually have to do yoga or get more than 10-12k fitbit steps in lately, so this is mostly from the keto diet and the ketone drink I started drinking less than 2 weeks ago. The drink helped me over the plateau weight I’ve been hovering at for a year.
Went to visit my mom today at the mental health facility.
Her dementia is far more evident now that her bipolar and aggression are under control, and it is sad to realize how much she’s losing. She clutches a piece of paper with my number and my dad’s in her hand all day long.
She was happy to see us- Maisie gave her hugs and kisses. Maisie was allowed in as long as a nurse was there to supervise.
My mom’s odd, frontal temporal lobe, filter lacking sense of humor shone through when I filled her in about the dodgy assisted living home owner guy. I mentioned to her that he’d been insistent that she needed to divorce my dad.
Mom: “What did he say?!”
Me: “He said you needed to divorce dad, he was insisting and asking when this would happen”
Mom: “I don’t remember spending time with him, did I give him a blowjob or something? Why is he asking this??! I don’t remember giving him a blowjob…”
She laughed and then said “Get me out of there, I don’t like that”
A few minutes later, with a straight face, she said:
“You need to tell your dad I want a divorce”… and she was back in her sad dementia loop again.
We could only visit for an hour, as visitation is 7:30-8:30 pm only.
When I got home, she called crying, saying we left too early. She read the sign, then saw the clock and realized we left at the right time.
She was both funny and heartbreaking tonight.
I have a sick pit in my stomach.
this ride keeps getting crazier and crazier