Too tired to be my own parade....

Woke up today and found out I was 117lb's. New low, and also the official marker of 80lb's lost. 70, since I weighed in at 187 on April 1st. I'm honestly surprised, because I woke up feeling so crummy, and went to bed feeling like shit. Yesterday, when I woke up, I went to Wendy's and got stale nuggets, fell asleep, woke up and had cereal, and then just kept eating. I didn't keep track of what I ate. It wasn't too terrible, I know that much. Meaning I don't think I exceeded 1400 calories, which...is actually really fucking bad. Holy shit. But it's still under the "normal" amount. I also had half a granola bar before bed, and a few bites of chicken my stepmom had boiled for broth. I was certain I was going to wake up still in the 118-119 range, which is, honestly, not a bad number, considering how sick I've been. But nope. I woke up at 117. Bloated, and in pain, and 117.

Huh.

I figure the number is going to go up when I start to get better. I think it has to be muscle mass MELTING or something. Whatever. All I know is I'm at work, and wanting to go to bed. And if I felt better, I might actually throw a parade for this landmark. 80lb's. My big pitbull/lab mix weighs only 10lb's more than that. My nephew weighs less than that. I have lost either the same amount of weight that makes up a large dog, or a beefy nephew.

I took my measurements, and since May, when I was at 170, I've lost 10 inches off my waist. I went from having a size 37 waist, to a 27. And the total inches I've lost all together, if you converted them into feet, would be taller than I am. 5.4 feet or something. I'm 4.9 feet (4'11.75 inches).

Weird that.

I'm sure if I were awake and feeling good enough to celebrate, or feel anything other than absolutely exhausted, I'd be dancing or something.

But I'm not. So...as my minions (followers, friends, allies, comrades at arms!, people I adore, loves of my life, apples of my eyes, light of my heart, &c. &c. &c....goodness, I'm a little silly right now, aren't I?) you should do a dance for me. You don't have to rejoice for me. Just wiggle your hands in the air, even if you're not happy. Go "Yaaaaay" and then be done with it.




I'd do it for you.

And it's not selfish, because I'm not asking you to be happy FOR me. I'm just asking you to express my own joy for a moment until I get better and can properly freak out and spew a million exclamation points all over the keyboard and bunches of omfg's and happy dances for myself. I'm sure it'll come in a day or two.




Also, I fell asleep at the desk at work. Got caught by someone (who I know and who won't tell) and they're like, "You were drooling." And I said, "No. I wasn't. I was...closely examining the desk while I spit polished it. Total difference."

For someone who forgot how to pronounce the word "purchasing" twice today from sheer sleepiness, I think that was pretty good.