I'm not sure what I did this week that I didn't do the past 2 weeks...but for whatever reason, I only lost .5 pounds this week.  :(  I so totally wanted to break that 50 pound mark.  Ah well...maybe next week.

As for my Hot 100 goals...

Doing really well on those.  I've been drinking at least 2.5 litres of water each day, doing really well in school, and exercising is awesome!  Can I just repeat that last one...EXERCISING IS AWESOME!!

K and I are going to be doing a locals 2 night stay at a local hotel/casino (Grand Sierra) that we got for free.  We're also going to hit the movie theatre there and finally see Inception.  The prices to the theatre are only $3 per person...and you can bring your own snacks (fruit!) and the seating is loveseats.

So anyhoo...we'll be running back and forth between home and there over the next couple of days.  It'll be nice to not have a little mini dog parked between us while we sleep for a couple of nights, at least!

I'm doing a little combining this week with this post.  I'm doing awesome with my Hot 100 goals.  Last week I got in every bit of my 2.5 Litres of water that I wanted to get in each day.  I excercised daily for an hour doing cardio on the treadmill, and I'm loving school...and enjoying my family.  Things are going really well now for me...and that makes me really happy.

Now for the weigh-in...

The drumroll please...

After a week's worth of nothing but carb dinners, I thought for sure that I was going to gain a pound or two, even though I still ate in moderation.  I was really dreading today's weigh-in.

I worried for naught.

I lost SIX pounds!!!  I'm totally stoked!  Woohoo!!!  Go me!

Since I didn't update my weight loss last week due to the scale needing a new battery, this is for a 2 week span.  If you haven't already glanced at my ticker, I lost 6½ pounds, making it an official 40 pounds lost since I started eating better and exercising.  Go me!  Yay!

I'm doing really well on my goals that I set for Hot 100.  I got all of my water in this week, I got a B on my math test (I think I may have mentioned that already, though), and I've gotten my English essay turned in and have began to research my 3rd essay.  I also exercised every day this week...sadly, even today, since in lieu of my treadmill I ended up doing a nice workout of housework.  Who knew it was such a sweat inducer?

Anyhoo...I'm doing really well on my goals, and I'm pretty proud of myself with the treadmill and water intake.

I'm looking forward to the coming week!

I discovered this morning, as I was getting dressed for a hurried trip to the pharmacy, that one of the downsides (of many) of yo-yo dieting...is the vast range in clothing sizes that you have in your closet.  You see...I was wearing size 8 Right Fit jeans from Venezia (Lane Bryant) last winter.  (I'll go more into Right Fit, in a moment.)  Now, I wear a size 5.  Do I have any size 5 Right Fits?  Oh no.  I have size 8's...and I have size 4's.  I tried on the 4's and they're just a wee bit too tight...and I definitely can no longer wear the 8's.  And I totally can't afford to go buy more with being unemployed.  Great...just swell.  It's friggin' cold out...and I'm having to wear capri's or sweatpants!  WTF???

OK, Right Fit jeans...I used to swear by these things.  I have the old style...but they've recently changed them - for the worse!  Lane Bryant...oh how can you do this to me???  I loved my Right Fits...and now, now they don't fit right...how can a Right Fit fit wrong???  I don't know how they managed it...but they messed EVERYTHING up on these perfect jeans.  The old sizes are no longer the correct sizes, and they fit all wrong...tight in spots they shouldn't be...baggy in spots that shouldn't be...and after a couple of hours the whole darn bit of them is 2 sizes larger than when you put them on!  And don't get me started on the change in fabric!  It's thinner, less durable, and frays easily!  Lane Bryant...bring back the old style...this is one upgrade that was actually a DOWN grade!!!

(As I've mentioned previously...I go for so long without posting, or posting only a weekly update, and then suddenly I become a posting fiend!)

One of the drugs that I was put on by my doctor, due to a pre-diabetic situation and crazy hormone levels, is Metformin.  Now, I know that I've talked about this before, and it'll probably pop up from time to time later on, as well.

One of the grant side-effects of Metformin is that you have any number of a variety of Gastro Intestinal issues as side effects such as bloating, diarrhea, nausea, gas, headaches, blah, blah, blah....

The main side effect for most is diarrhea.  Most suffer from it on a daily basis....I get it from time to time...but not every day.  My biggest problem is bloating.  My stomach feels constantly full.  Sometimes so much that I feel like I can't take in a deep breath because of it; or even that I can't breath normally.  Naturally that isn't the case, and it's just the crazy side effects.

One of the things that it does is stabilize the insulin levels.  I have wonky levels due to various other issues, namely being fat, and so I was always craving sweet stuff and carbs, because my body was always thinking that it was needing them.  Nowadays, not only do I not suffer from those cravings, but I don't crave food at all.  Don't get me wrong...I enjoy food, I love food.  But these days, the idea of eating anything, even fruit, makes me nausous and want to vomit.  The result is that I end up forgetting to eat, because I don't want to eat...and then, of course, I don't get enough calories in, which we all know makes your body go into starvation mode, yada yada...

So I set timers to remind me to eat meals and snacks.  I never in a million years imagined that I'd have to FORCE myself to eat enough of something so that I got enough calories in.  It's the oddest thing.  Nowadays, I eat less than my husband...that's NEVER been the case!  Ever!

So, despite the bloating feeling, I'm totally lovin' my Metformin.

Metformin....ask your doctor about it today!  Haha.  I am in no way getting paid to plug this drug.  Haha.

Friday night I had another fainting spell.  It's the second time that I've actually fainted since I started on my blood pressure medication a couple of years ago.  Frankly, I questioned whether or not I needed to go on it to begin with...but trusting in the advise of my doctor, I agreed.  My blood pressure before I started taking Lisinopril was approximately 130/90'ish...give or take.  Now it's not uncommon for it to be around 100/70.  Needless to say, that's a considerable drop.  I think it's a bit TOO considerable, which is probably why the light-headedness that followed.  Anyhoo...it was probably about a month after I began taking it that I had my first fainting spell.  I was at work, just leaning back in my chair, and the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes, was very confused, and my boss was looking at me and asking me if I was okay.  That was the first time that I ever fainted.

Ever since, I've had the craziest feelings come over my body when I stand up and/or stretch.  I get really light-headed, and my entire body kind of has this tingley, out-of-body feeling about it.  It sounds crazy...but if you suffer from the same thing then you totally know what I'm talking about.  I've came really close to fainting numerous times since the start of the meds...but until Friday night, I'd only actually full-on fainted the one time.  Generally when I stand up, I stretch...it's habit, it's what I do...it's what a lot of people do.  Stretching feels good, it loosens up the muscles that have went unused for a little while, and gets the blood pumping again.  For most people with normal blood pressure levels, it's no big deal.  It wasn't a big deal for me before the meds.  But now, it's a crazy, lurchy feeling in the pit of my tummy...

So anyway, Friday night, I'd just stood up from my recliner and was walking into the bathroom (not a long walk, perhaps a few feet through a mini hallway), and I started getting the funky feeling mid-way.  So I stopped, propped my arms out against the walls on either side of me, and was just standing there...

Next thing I knew I was singing the same song that was running through my head when I was standing...but I was lying prone, staring up at the ceiling and watching K walking towards me from the couch, and asking me if I hit my head and if I was okay.  I was a bit confused, realized what must have happened, and was a little weirded out.  But I was fine, afterwards.  No problem.  But, it does force me to beg the question...should I be taking blood pressure meds anymore...or maybe if such a high dosage.  It's not a high dose, anyway, but still....

With my regular exercise these days, I don't know if it's necessary anymore to be taking it...especially when it causes me to feel this crazy when I just stand up..let alone when I faint.

I have another doctor's appointment in December as a follow-up to a couple other meds that I've been taking, as well as to check-in with my weight loss (yes, I finally sought the help from a doctor regarding my weight loss).  I'll talk to her then about what's going on.  Unless I faint again, in which case, I'll probably call her sooner than that!

Sometimes it's best to just not say anything...that way the woman in the car next to you doesn't have the opportunity to jump out, come around, and yell at you for disturbing her phone call.

Can you say...bluetooth headset????

And finally, the weekly weigh-in...

Will not be happening today.  I went to get on the scale this morning only to discover that the battery needs to be replaced.  It couldn't have told me when I got off of it last week?  Sheesh.

So, hopefully K will remember to buy one tomorrow (even with the emailed reminder from me he sometimes forgets.)  If that happens, then the weight in will commence on Tuesday morning.  Sorry peeps!

OK, so maybe she's not a SERIAL killer...but she's definitely got a lust for doing demonic things to birds. Seriously. I'm not kidding.

Since I got her, just before she turned 1 year old, she's always loved to catch and murder small birds. The problem is is that she doesn't stop at just killing them. Oh no...no way. She has to rip their little birdie heads off. And usually the head disappears into the secret netherland of doggyville that exists in the backyard somewhere. I've never found a single birdie head. But I've sure found a lot of decapitated, murdered little feathered beings. I don't know if she takes some evil sort of delight in fucking with the defenseless creatures, or if she's just got that lust for blood that is ingrained in her genetics...whatever it is...it's disturbing.

When I tell her, "Peaches...I don't want to find another decapitated birdie in the backyard!"

This is the look that I get from her...