Waking up to a rambunctious cat almost makes me wish we’d gotten an older one, LOL. She ran up to me as soon as I opened the bedroom door at 6:30, and went wild until 8:30. She should nap for a few hours now and give me a little peace. She just headed into the other bedroom, and she usually only does that to nap under the bed in there unless Tom is home and at his computer. I’m in the master bedroom now because it is more peaceful in here when I’m on days. Really hope this cat isn’t driving me crazy all night long when I’m on nights, but I know that if she gets that annoying, all I have to do is enclose her in the laundry room and second bedroom area.
Rebecca turned 28 today. 28 was when I got married. How each generation changes! In 1994, it seemed we were on the edge of the whole married with children thing becoming less “in.” I still think people should do what they want and not worry about social norms. My nieces seem very headstrong, though, and I’m sure they will do just that.
My period is in full swing. So much for menopause setting in. There’s no doubt that those hot flashes weren’t really hot flashes but were related to the Prozac backfiring on me instead.
My hunger levels have already dropped tremendously. It was terrible a couple of days ago, as is common for me a day or two before I get it. I ate and I ate yet I never felt like I had any food in my stomach, and if I did, I would be starving all over again a half-hour later. I just could not fill myself up. It took 10 hours of nearly nonstop eating to finally satisfy my hunger. Bum thyroid or not, older or not, it’s no wonder I could never lose weight. Anything I do manage to lose during the month is eaten back on before periods.
Going to go pick out an exercise video to do while I await the goodies
we’re expecting today. The UV light for my nails is coming, and I think today
is also air pump and half-slip day. Indoors I don’t need the slip at all, but
out in the sunshine in my brand-new rainbow dress, it’s definitely nice to
have.
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