Thursday, 6 June 2024
First Week of June
SW ⟫ 207.7 | CW ⟫ 178.3 | MGW ⟫ 168.2
Ozempic: ⟫ 0.5 mg
This week continues to grind me down. I had what I thought was a ‘breakthrough’ in the BM department, but since then my stomach has been grumbling and rumbling threateningly and I have been suffering with cramps. Like I need to go but I can’t, or there’s nothing there.
I’m not stupid – I know that what I am going through is more mental than physical – I am stressed to the eyeballs with the whole Gidget situation, not helped by the fact that she is doing what she normally does in situations like this: shoving her head firmly into the sand and going low contact. As in, no texts of WhatsApp unless prompted, and even then sporadic, and absolutely no mention of the impending deadlines.
Today I was meant to be getting a couple of new tattoos at a studio I have been wanting to visit for quite some time. Unfortunately, all of last night, I was up and down to the bathroom, with no real results apart from what felt like my stomach literally twisting itself into knots and a lack of sleep that had me almost hallucinating. Which meant that I knew there was no chance in hell that I would cope with going to a new studio, or sit still for tattoos. Gidget hadn’t let us know whether or not they would be attending their appointment which added to the whole stress, and in the end I guess my brain/body just said nope.
Stripes went to get her tattoo which is an absolutely gorgeously cute lil frog, and Gidget turned up with their partner, JC (which was a surprise because a) Stripes hasn’t met them before and b) we weren’t expecting them to be there!) She got her raccoon which looks beautiful on her upper arm. However, no real discussion was held about the uni assignments situation (no shocker there though). I heard all about it when Stripes got home and I finally woke up. I don’t recall seeing or speaking to Stripes at all during the course of the day, but apparently I saw them a couple of times and communicated with them!
The time is rapidly approaching when having a choice about having the conversation will be gone – the deadline is Saturday/Sunday and if the assignments are not handed in, then Gidget won’t pass the year. Which opens the great yawning maw of fear of what the heck happens next! Which I can’t do anything about now and so I need to put it aside. I need to concentrate fully on losing the weight while I have the ability to do so; I need to figure out my boundaries and how I communicate them; I have to figure out what having the three of us living here together looks like for me and how we can all make that happen. A new family manifesto as Stripes puts it.
I haven’t managed to write anything for my writing day which is a damned shame, but I am feeling a little more human even if my stomach/butt are still grumbling away. Who knows, maybe dinner will help my body decide to empty itself out so that I can be ready for my jab again tomorrow! It would be nice to have lost something this week, but I guess I should be happy with a maintain.
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