Funny is good. Fat is bad.
We're going a little stream of consciousness tonight, mainly because I'm watching Lost while typing this. Of course, it's just a rerun of last week's; I couldn't possibly blog and watch a new one at the same time.
Or could I? We'll see...
Why is it that just when I decide to write a new blog post, Arwyn decides to knock the paci out of her mouth, thereby waking herself up, and commencing to scream? Oh, here comes Leo. Thank you, thank you. But she's still screaming, and it's making me anxious.
Having been on antidepressants (and is it telling that I just now mistyped "depressants"?) on and off for the last six years or so, I've noticed that it's true what I heard about one of the more bummer side effects: not only do I not feel mad or sad all the time, I also do not generally feel extremely happy or excited or amused. I do laugh, I do smile, but it's all kind of muted a bit. Today, however, I cracked up laughing SEVERAL times, much to my surprise when I think about it. Dooce always cracks me up, but today was particularly snort-worthy (as in, I snorted my ice cream out my nose because I laughed so hard). I know I laughed at something that I can't remember, but what I remember laughing hardest at (but quietly, trying not to wake up the baby) was Pearl the Landlord. (Thank you Susie for leading me there.)
Wondering if this means my dosage needs adjusted?
End of the 9:00 episode of Lost. Lots of surprises lately. Is Juliet a spy, or is she just pretending...a double agent? And what the heck is up with Locke?? He was my favorite, and now he's one of "them".
New episode starting. Gotta cut out.
Ha. I can keep doing this.
Can I just say how HOT Daniel Dae Kim is? Obviously, I apparently have a thing for Asian men :)
Also, Sawyer continues to grow on me. Sometimes like a fungus, but generally not. Especially since Jack is acting like such a fool about Juliet, I'm tending to root more for Sawyer where Kate is concerned.
Is this a soap opera or WHAT?
Commercial.
Unrelated...I'm getting really concerned about my weight. I lost 20 pounds right at once after Arwyn was born, an absolute record for me. But not a thing after that. Nothing, nada, zilch. In the last three months, I've hovered within a couple of pounds on either side of...well, I'm not going to say, because a certain ex of mine sometimes reads here, and I'm a bit vain that way. I'm still going to Curves, but I seem to have just hit a plateau. I'm afraid my metabolism has changed, and I'm not sure how to reset it. If exercise isn't doing it, I don't know what will.
I might actually have to (gulp) stop eating ice cream. Or (gulp again) going to Starbucks and drinking venti white mochas and eating chocolate cream cheese muffins.
It could be breastfeeding is keeping me from losing. But it never happened like this with my other two, and I think it's only supposed to be 5 or 10 pounds. Ok, yes, 10 pounds would take me back to where I was when I got pregnant. But geez...I'm a crazy breastfeeding mama, the kind that nurses walking, talking three-year-olds. I don't want to wait three years to START losing any more.
What's most infuriating is that my old clothes don't fit. I have one pair of post-pregnancy jeans that I keep around just for this purpose, but usually by now I'm out of them. My "medium" button-up shirts are all too tight, but when I try on "large" at the store, they are all too big. ARRGHHH...
What the bloody heck is Penny's backpack doing up in a tree on the island, eh?? Tell me that, now, will you brother?
Sorry, just getting in touch with my inner Desmond.
This post is really getting a little too weird (maybe I SHOULD check my meds???). I'm off now for real.
Or could I? We'll see...
Why is it that just when I decide to write a new blog post, Arwyn decides to knock the paci out of her mouth, thereby waking herself up, and commencing to scream? Oh, here comes Leo. Thank you, thank you. But she's still screaming, and it's making me anxious.
Having been on antidepressants (and is it telling that I just now mistyped "depressants"?) on and off for the last six years or so, I've noticed that it's true what I heard about one of the more bummer side effects: not only do I not feel mad or sad all the time, I also do not generally feel extremely happy or excited or amused. I do laugh, I do smile, but it's all kind of muted a bit. Today, however, I cracked up laughing SEVERAL times, much to my surprise when I think about it. Dooce always cracks me up, but today was particularly snort-worthy (as in, I snorted my ice cream out my nose because I laughed so hard). I know I laughed at something that I can't remember, but what I remember laughing hardest at (but quietly, trying not to wake up the baby) was Pearl the Landlord. (Thank you Susie for leading me there.)
Wondering if this means my dosage needs adjusted?
End of the 9:00 episode of Lost. Lots of surprises lately. Is Juliet a spy, or is she just pretending...a double agent? And what the heck is up with Locke?? He was my favorite, and now he's one of "them".
New episode starting. Gotta cut out.
Ha. I can keep doing this.
Can I just say how HOT Daniel Dae Kim is? Obviously, I apparently have a thing for Asian men :)
Also, Sawyer continues to grow on me. Sometimes like a fungus, but generally not. Especially since Jack is acting like such a fool about Juliet, I'm tending to root more for Sawyer where Kate is concerned.
Is this a soap opera or WHAT?
Commercial.
Unrelated...I'm getting really concerned about my weight. I lost 20 pounds right at once after Arwyn was born, an absolute record for me. But not a thing after that. Nothing, nada, zilch. In the last three months, I've hovered within a couple of pounds on either side of...well, I'm not going to say, because a certain ex of mine sometimes reads here, and I'm a bit vain that way. I'm still going to Curves, but I seem to have just hit a plateau. I'm afraid my metabolism has changed, and I'm not sure how to reset it. If exercise isn't doing it, I don't know what will.
I might actually have to (gulp) stop eating ice cream. Or (gulp again) going to Starbucks and drinking venti white mochas and eating chocolate cream cheese muffins.
It could be breastfeeding is keeping me from losing. But it never happened like this with my other two, and I think it's only supposed to be 5 or 10 pounds. Ok, yes, 10 pounds would take me back to where I was when I got pregnant. But geez...I'm a crazy breastfeeding mama, the kind that nurses walking, talking three-year-olds. I don't want to wait three years to START losing any more.
What's most infuriating is that my old clothes don't fit. I have one pair of post-pregnancy jeans that I keep around just for this purpose, but usually by now I'm out of them. My "medium" button-up shirts are all too tight, but when I try on "large" at the store, they are all too big. ARRGHHH...
What the bloody heck is Penny's backpack doing up in a tree on the island, eh?? Tell me that, now, will you brother?
Sorry, just getting in touch with my inner Desmond.
This post is really getting a little too weird (maybe I SHOULD check my meds???). I'm off now for real.
posted by Andrea | 8:54 PM
3 Comments:
Wow. Can I have some of those meds? ;)
"I need to get my drink on."
Susie, you do NOT need to drink! Ahem.
I'd like 2 of what you're having, please. Thank you.
I sent you the same/sorta email again.
Love,
Dawn
Time to stop blogging while you're trying to watch Lost! Ha ha ha.
And I lose NO weight when I'm breastfeeding. Right after Adam was born, I was already below what I weighed before I got pregnant (this is what happens when you throw up at least once a week for 9 months); I now weigh more than that. Sigh.
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