Archive for ‘Aches and pains – whining’

March 11, 2014

Hormones again

I can’t wait for menopause!

Seriously!

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January 13, 2014

Blasted hormones

I’m ovulating.
I really detest ovulating.
It makes me overly emotional and likely to tear up over anything.

I’m a crybaby at the best of time.
This time of month I’m an almost non stop fountain.

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December 2, 2013

Regrets

Yesterday I jogged.
This practically never happens.
Wife, family and friends are still reeling from the shock.

It was only downhill.
But a fairly longish downhill.
I only wanted to keep my pulse up before the flat part and the uphill walk back home.

Today my tighs are screaming at me every time I walk down stairs.

Maybe I should do this jogging thing more often?

October 25, 2013

Tears

I read something today that made me cry.

Everything about emotional issues concerning fat children that grows into fat adults have that effect.
I know a lot about those emotional issues.
I know a lot about being an emotional eater, falling firmly into the thoughts and emotions categories.
I’m still fat and it’s still a daily struggle.
Although happiness helps, it doesn’t cure.

I’m also one who can’t talk or write about it without crying.
Crying makes my head hurt.

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October 23, 2013

Cold

It’s now official.
I have cold.

I crave sympathy.
And a hot toddy.

hot toddy

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October 17, 2013

Sunshine

I just walked across the yard to the cafeteria.
It’s sunny outside.
On migrene days I hate sunshine.

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October 16, 2013

Migraine

I hate having migraine.
I know lots of people have it worse than me.
Still hate it.

I’m going to bed now.

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October 16, 2013

Trying to be butch

Yesterday was butch night.

I put together a new bookshelf for the books that’s been piling up on top of the other books in the bookshelves we already have.
W took a feminine nap, for a while….
M&M watched from the safety of the next room over, for a while…

The shelf was almost done.
I took a step back.
A step that got rudely interrupted by the toolbox I’d completely forgotten about.

W woke up.
M&M fled.
I’m saying “ouch” every time I forget that the ligaments around my left knee are not happy with me.

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