I think I have gallbladder issues. I have been suffering from all sorts of horrible stomach pains and shit this past week. I guess it actually started like, Christmas Eve, but I dont really know how bad it is. I cant afford insurance right now, although I think I may need a scope. On the up side, I havent been eating a whole hell of a lot, so I have lost 4-ish pounds or so. I havent been puking, although sometimes I feel like it, so I know I am losing some sort of weight instead of just water, which is nice. I have been watching what I have been putting into my pie hole though, which hasnt been too hard since everytime I eat something really fatty or spicy I get the urge to tear my guts out through my belly button. Plus I have been belching. A lot. I know. Lady-like and all that, right? Sweet.
Completely off the subject of gas and disembowelment (but really not too far from the mark, in my opinion) I started back to school last week and really, it has to be said, that I would like to punch my Computer preofessor in the choker. He really rambles about shit that we do not know(or remotely care) about. The next time I hear the words Linux and Firefox, I am going to chuck a pencil at his head. This is a basic computer class required for a general which seems completely pointless, not to mention redundant since I have already taken Office Professional 1 & 2 and if I cant tell the difference between my asshole and a PC, I am pretty much fucked.

...Seriously.

So...Ive gained so much weight since I met Mister Amazing. I mean, when we started dating I was seriously like 35lbs from goal. Now...lets see...I havent gained it all back by any means, but I have decided to lower the goal so now having gained so much back, I now have about 80lbs to lose to get me to the goal weight of like, 160. Eeeps! Thats a buttload of weight. But I am sitting here today - on a snow day - should have gone to school, its my first day back after the holiday break - and I am looking at all the pics from when we were dating and the wedding and I am thinking to myself..."why the hell did I ever let myself gain this weight back? Aargh!"



So I am thinking that since I have a new gym membership and that I have this amazing husband and my goal is totally do-able...what the hell am I waiting for? To gain back the other 40lbs that I havent put back on yet, so that I can start all over again? Hell to the no. I will be damned if I let that happen again.



I am starting at a new salon on the 1st of February and I am determined to lose as much weight as I possibly can between now and then. Even if its only ten pounds. I am definitely getting pregnant next year and I do not want to be fat only to get even fatter because I will be pregnant. I want to be able to work out throught my pregnancy and stay in shape so that I dont gained a bunch of weight that will be harder to get off after the baby comes.



Tonight starts a wholw new biggest loser too. I know that I can lose weight just like everyone else, I just have to put my mind to it. I lost 70lbs once and I can do it again.