Am I okay?

I probably shouldn't do this, but everyone wants to know what I said about Tony (antijared). I deleted the comments after the shit hit the fan. But here they are, the best that I can remember. I never said his name, so I'm not even sure how he knew I was talking about him. 

In the first paragraph below, "my irritation with people in general" originally said:

"my irritation with some bloggers who think they're God. Who say things like, "I'm an inspiration. I'll never gain back all the weight I lost." Those words annoy the hell out of me.

Now you know what all the fuss was about. :)

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I don't know, am I okay? I've been feeling blah this week. I started several posts on just about every topic you can think of, from my loose skin (boring) to my irritation with people in general.

Every topic seemed mundane or whiney. I was bitching about this and bitching about that, when really, my life doesn't really suck, or does it?

I could give you a big list of things that were bad this past week. Starting with the little stray I took in about two weeks ago. She was a long haired orange kitty, two years old, and only weighed four pounds. She was skin and bones, but the sweetest little girl I had ever met, with big green eyes that were begging for help.

I took her to the vet. Three days in their care, with IVs, pills, many tests to find out what was wrong with her (Haemobartonella Felis) and $600 later, they let me bring her home. She was so weak she couldn't stand. I gave her a special high calorie cat food, water, and vitamins, all forced down her throat with a syringe. She refused to eat on her own. Four feedings a day. I poked pills down her every morning and night. After eight days in my care, she died in her sleep on Thursday night. Nice. 

That's just one of the shitty things that happened this week. There were several others but that one was the most significant. I hate death. I hate to see animals or people suffer. It makes me question the whole God thing and why is there so much suffering.

Even though it was a hellish week in general, I managed to make it to the gym every day. Yesterday was my favorite Cardio Variety class at noon with my favorite exercise instructor who was also my personal trainer last fall. She announced that yesterday was her last day at the YMCA and she was going to be working at the WAC in downtown Seattle. That's too far for me to drive, and much too expensive of a gym anyway. I almost started to cry. Just the icing on my cake of a shitty week. 

My eating has been pretty good. I got over my sweet potato binge, I weigh out six ounces and eat it with just a little sea salt (2 Points). There isn't any steak in the house and my husband is banned from Costco unless I'm with him. 

I never made it to a Weight Watcher meeting all week nor did I journal a single day. I had the excuse that I had to rush home and take care of Gracie (yes, I named her, really stupid). I got on the scale yesterday morning and I was up two pounds. My scales are amazingly accurate and match the Weight Watcher scales to the tenth of the pound. 

Where to from here? Well, as my mother would say, pick yourself up by your bootstraps and get over it. Life goes on. So I had a really rotten week, lots of people probably had an even worse week than I did. Today's a new day and blah blah blah. So am I okay? Yes, I'm okay.