It seems as though whenever I have plans or an appointment or something, one of the kids comes up with a way to sabotage, I mean screw it up, I mean get a fever or barf. My appointment to get my first shot was this afternoon at 3. Really, how long does it take to get a shot? 4.783 seconds, right? Well, I figured it wouldn't be a big deal to take Q with me, even though he was a hot, hot mess AND it was pouring outside. Like wipers on high pouring. I had no idea that today would consist of picture taking (I'm sure I looked like a fat drowned rat), measurements (I'm probably really glad I didn't read the sheet), weighing, and meal plan consultation. Mr. Feverish Meltdown lasted about five minutes. I was there for 45. It. Was. Painful.
Luckily, the staff there is great, and laughed it off. The 45 minutes was the quick and dirty version, but Wednesday I won't need to be there for nearly as long. Doc told me to go ahead and eat what I wanted to tonight, but to not be surprised if I gained on Wednesday. Y'all - this stuff works. Violet wanted pizza, and I ate two pieces and wanted to throw up I was so full.
Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and start tomorrow, even though I don't have everything I need to get started, like lemon juice. But that's a post for another day. EYE GAWT HOAMWERK TEW DEW!
I'd like to eat two pieces of pizza and be full. Woohoo for you!
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