Cannibalism is not supported by Weight Watchers

Happy Green Day! It's been eons since I've attempted to post anything longer than would fit in a Facebook status update, so I may not be all that cohesive.

I had a fun morning at work yesterday when the electricity went out right at 8:45--actually the whole shopping area went out. My manager had to get on the phone with the electricity folks and assigned us meaningless tasks like dusting. Slave driver. Anyway, one of my coworkers Mat, showing much foresight, started a debate on who we should eat first if things got desperate enough. Never mind we had a cafe full of food and weren't trapped in the building by any means. I, being obsessed with the point value of everything I eat, immediately began to fret. "I don't know how many points people have!" Luckily, this turned out to be a non issue as the electricity came back on at 9:30. So much for an interesting day.

Today, I went to get a crown put on my back tooth. A crown is more extensive than a filling, but not yet a root canal. It is also more expensive than a filling and what I bought with my tax return. Whoopee.

As everyone knows, I've been on weight watchers for a month now and today was the first day I've eaten out since I started. Go me. I've lost 7 pounds and can't tell any difference. Maybe I just have really compacted, dense fat. I find that the more overweight someone is, the more disdainful the looks when I tell them I'm dieting. My coworker told me "It's normal to be 20 pounds overweight. You're an American!" I didn't bother to ask what that made her, as she is at least 50 pounds overweight. Super patriotic? Others have given me the diets-don't-work lecture, assuming I'm so stupid as to start eating badly the second I get to my desired weight. Yeah, I want to lose weight, but there's a reason I'm doing this sensibly instead of eating nothing but salad everyday. If you're gonna stick with it, you gotta do it for life. It's so weird--you think your lifestyle change is going to affect you the most, but other people act like they've got just as much invested in your behavior as you do. I'm baffled as to why some people care what I eat.

Other than that, I've been gaining some new bad habits, such as Farmville. I'm not sure why I bother to cultivate a virtual hobby farm. Maybe I miss Virginia more than I thought. At least I don't have to get up at 6am to help build a chicken coop or weed my crops--no sunburn or chicken poop involved. It's a vast improvement.

Thanks for tuning in----Rebecca

My test results

You Scored as Luna Lovegood You are Luna Lovegood. You daydream and often seem to be drifting off into your own world. You have very strong opinions that many agree are not logical. You place a lot of faith in these beliefs. Possibly, you see more than what meets the eye. You are very accepting of others. You may have only a few close friends because you refuse to sacrifice your opinions and true self for social graces. Luna Lovegood 88% Harry Potter 75% Neville Longbottom 69% Sirius Black 53% Bellatrix Lestrange 53% Albus Dumbledore 50% Hermione Granger 50% Remus Lupin 47% Ron Weasley 38% Severus Snape 34% Percy Weasley 34% Oliver Wood 31% Draco Malfoy 31% Lord Voldemort 25%

Victory is an illusive whore

Tori says, and I must agree.  Six flea bombs later and I'm still getting bitten.  A box of borax, moth balls, carpet spray, cedar.  I've decided maybe I can train them in a grand circus act.  Can't tell them apart unfortunately, so I've only named the ones I killed in my cup of soap water--Blinky, Inky, Tetchy, Dot....

I believe I may be switching meds again.  At this point, my psychiatrist has recommended I augment my drugs with other quacky things.  I imagine the litebook people were ecstatic to receive an order for a sun lamp in September--after all it's usually for people with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).  However since I am sad all the time, well, I'll give it a whirl.  

In other, even less fun news, my hours at work are being chopped to a minimum.  Next week I'm only working 28 hours!  How can I afford to pay my bills on that?  Sigh, at least I have a job, I suppose.  Cheers...

I have fleas

For the past week or so, my cats have refused to use the floor of my apartment.  This is quite aggravating, as they keep leaping up on the kitchen counters, refuse to eat when their bowls are placed on the floor, etc.  I thought perhaps another cat had gotten in and somehow marked the place.  Now I believe it's because we have fleas.  I keep getting bites around my ankles and sitting here on my bed, I've killed at least two fleas.  Of course, my cats are hanging out on the bed with the fleas and me, so I'm not sure if that's the real reason they're so anti-floor.  Regardless, I must now purchase a flea bomb and wash all my linens.  And get my vacuum cleaner fixed.  It's the glamorous life for me.

I have joined the masses

Doctor's recommend I start my own blog (actually it was my dental hygienist, if you're picky).  She decided I was funny, and anyone who laughs at my jokes gets points in my book.  I have no idea what to write, so I'll start with what I was telling her...ahem, ahem.

Whenever I go the dentist, I feel like some horrible, lapsed Catholic.  Forgive me doctor, for I have sinned.  It has been 13 days since I last flossed.  I have failed to brush twice a day.  Cleanse me and absolve me of my guilt!  I only wish Hail Marys could make up for lack of flossing.  On the bright side, I didn't end up with any cavities.  Maybe there was some kind of divine intervention after all.

I am switching anti-depressants yet again after having been on pristiq for about a month.  Horrid, horrid drug.  Unfortunately, my psychiatrist is going on a vacation, so I'm switching back to Prozac for the time being since it's been proven to be good, but not great.  Not sure what I'll try next.  Suggestions?  I was on Effexor, so that's out.  I really wish doctors knew what the hell they were doing when it came to brain drugs, but even they admit that even if the drugs work, they have no idea why.  Well, increased serotonin makes people happier--Fuck if we know why! Ha ha!  Greeeeaaat.  So glad I'm entrusting my well-being to you guys.  Maybe I'll get some crystals while I'm at it.  Align my chakras.  Whatever.

Hey, this spell check thing is neat.  It needs to be updated though.  Effexor's been around for years and they don't have it in the dictionary?  No chakras either?  How very unbalanced of them.  Well, I'm off to see if I can't personalize this doodad a little.  After all, if I must be like everyone else, I might as well do it as myself.