Ok, this isn't me in the pic, I stole it from some random blog, but this is how I feel all the time - INSIDE AND OUT!!! I can't get warm! Something is wrong with my thermostat, and my body is not warming me up right. I'm a walking popsicle! I started monitoring my temperature this weekend, and quite regularly my temp is as low as 95.5 and it never gets higher than 97.6 or so, even though I sleep with an electric blanket and my hot-water-blanket-husband. This morning after my daily regimen of water aerobics, when my body should have been all warmed up from exercise, my temp was 94.7!
WHAT????
That is medically categorized as hypothermia! How lame is that?
Ok, I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. I have an appointment at 9:40. I'm so tired of being cold! I'll keep you posted.
So, anyway . . .
Regarding the previously mentioned Meltdown, (drumroll, pleeeease!) . . .
In week one of our diet, Darrin lost 18 pounds! Holy cow! Can you believe it??? What a freak!!! Men are so lucky! Way to go, Darrin! I'm so proud of him. How awesome, seriously.
And, I'm not sad to report that I lost 8 pounds! Yahoo! That is not shabby. N'est pas? It makes me happy!
I'm wondering if bringing my body temperature up to where it should be would boost my metabolism and help me lose weight. What do you think?
Also, along the frozen woman frontier - there's a group of ladies in our ward at church that holds a book club once a month. In the 3 years or so that we've lived here, I've always thought it sounded fun, and I've thought how nice it would be to go. Well, yesterday I made up my mind that this was the time to go! I was so excited! Thursday night is the scheduled night, and I was going to go get the book at the library and read it quick and just go for it! Then I got home from church and promptly talked myself out of it.
I'm just too scared. (frozen woman. deer in headlights. scared stiff.)
I'll admit it. I'm chicken. I'm totally crippled when it comes to social situations. My sole thought is this - "What if they don't like me?" I worry that I might say stupid things, or that people will just be annoyed by me. I know I'm a little bit more than off, and people think I'm weird sometimes. I get that, ok??? I understand that I don't always fit in, but should that prohibit me from attending any and all social situations?
Oh, I don't know.
So, I ended up crying to Darrin about how I just wouldn't go to the book club because I was afraid of not being accepted. In the end, I just don't know if I can take rejection - not after 2009.
FEAR is a four-letter-word.
Lord, have mercy on the frozen woman.
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