Too Late?

I survived my first Weight Watchers meeting yesterday. Beyond that, I don’t know how great I did. I did manage to track all day, but towards the end of the day – after gymnastics and homework – on the drive home I came down with the worst migraine i’ve had in a long long time.

Thankfully my mom was willing to manage my childrenz after she got home from a long day of work herself. I took two Motrin PM and went to bed at 7:30

At 10 my dog was howling from downstairs, so i put her in our room crate. She was fine. I still had a shadow of my headache, so I went back to sleep.

At midnight my daughter came in to use my bathroom. .. because, I don’t know, the toilet is so much more comfortable in ours? The one a mere 4 ft from her room is loaded with monsters and face-eating tarantulas after 9pm.

I helped her with probably a few too many sighs. Then went back to bed.

At 1:30am my son comes in … because at this point, why not just have a party?! “Most terrible dream ever, mom.”

“Umm … like mom went to lay down and actually jumped out of a window and never returned?!” – thought only to myself around the headache pain.

“Fine. Lay down. You kick or punch me even one time and you are back in your room. Got it?”   “Got it.”

Back to sleep.

Normally going to bed at 7:30 and being woken up three times and still sleeping until 7 is a whole lot of sleep… however, I was on a PM pain killer after three nights of not sleeping so well, and then it was interrupted over and over and over again.

Not sure what’s happening with the health stuff. I’m on an added blood pressure drug now (but wasn’t at the time of the migraine) and now, this afternoon, things are starting to get fuzzy again. The headache is creeping up the back of my head again.


I wasn’t going to go through a litany of my woes when I began this post. Honest. I was going to pat myself on the back for tracking yesterday and today despite feeling like SHITake mushrooms.

Husband comes home tonight from his two week trip. Tomorrow I have my follow up with doc. Guess who gets to escort me to doctor ?!

Ugh. I hate getting old… and fat… and most likely diabetic.

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