Revenge of Trumpet Creeper, Continued

Remember those cute little bumps that cropped up on my face back in September?

I keep meaning to post a follow-up about that. Because, boy howdy, that was not the end of it by a long shot.

By the next morning (Thursday the 25th) they had expanded to become an embarrassing and slightly swollen red rash. By that Friday, my eye was swollen nearly shut, and it was time for professional medical intervention.

(Weird swollen face photos ahead. You have been warned.)

As I mentioned before, I did have an off-site training session to attend on Thursday, during which I kept my hair as much in my face as possible, even though (in retrospect) it really didn’t look that bad.

Starbucks selfie

Antihistamines kept me from scratching my face off, but the redness and swelling didn’t seem to be going anywhere. In fact, they were getting worse. My face felt like it was sunburnt during that hour’s drive home.

I conferred with both my husband and my BFF that evening, and they both agreed that I should really take a sick day on Friday to hit up the local Urgent Care. I e-mailed my boss to let her know I wouldn’t be in, then went to bed.

Definitely calling off work tomorrow

During the night, the left side of my face swelled up like a supernova.
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Pre-Thanksgiving Weigh-In

I kind of skipped my October weigh-in post, so I’ll do a pre-Thanksgiving weigh-in. I figure that my goal for the next month or so is to maintain, and not gain back any more than a couple of pounds. I’ve been holding steady within the same three-pound range for about three months now, so I have a good chance of continuing to maintain into the new year.

My Weight Watchers leader finally asked me a while back if I’d thought about a goal weight, since I’m now within my healthy range of 139-174. My goal right now is 160, although I’ll be OK with adjusting it if it’s warranted. First, though, I have to get there — or at least give it a good try. That’s about 11 more pounds to go.

NSVs:

  • Went down to the cafe with all intentions of buying a piece of cake. Came back upstairs with a yogurt parfait instead.
  • Discovered the joys of making my own yogurt parfaits, a la Roni Noone of Green Lite Bites. My current favorite concoction includes diced apple, maple syrup, crumbled graham crackers, and cinnamon.
  • Continually kept tracking, even when I went over my Points Target.
  • On multiple evenings, I saw that my Fitbit stair count was at 8 floors, so I walked down and up the basement stairs a couple of times before bed to get to my daily goal of 10 floors.
  • Stayed within my daily points target on a day when I went out to lunch with a co-worker! (The trick: I stayed away from the delicious but fatty lengua tacos. Tripe tacos are low-points and are just as delicious! To me, anyway.)
  • Got a coffee at Starbucks after my ortho appointment and passed up the pastries — even the Petite Vanilla Bean Scones, which are only 3 PPVs each.
  • Comment from a co-worker, when I was wearing my once-too-tight black turtleneck: “You’re looking thin today!”
  • IM from Sheryl: “you were walking w/nicole and i just see 2 skinny ass girls and i’m like huh i wonder if that’s nicole’s sister / i was like who’s that? huh must be with nicole / then you turned and i’m like oh shit xD”
  • My chiropractor once again commented that I’m “getting skinnier and skinnier!”

Non-scale failwhale:

  • I let the Jimmy John’s guy talk me into a sandwich that was very close to the sandwich I ordered, but which I didn’t realize had cheese and mayo on it. That was the beginning of a downward spiral that lasted for the rest of that week. I basically used it as an excuse to eat poorly — a return to all-or-nothing thinking.
  • Didn’t bring breakfast to work on a weigh-in day, as usual. Realizing that I’d see a gain that week, anyway, I hit up the vending machine for an 18-point cheese danish. That triggered another No Good Very Bad Day that totalled 75 points. Yes, seventy-five, and not even for a special holiday meal. (My daily target is 28.)

Every time I talk in a WW meeting about what tools I use to keep myself on track, whether it’s me being a giant data hoarder or just continuing to track on my off-days, somehow things get turned around and I get labeled as “brave” or “admirable” for going above and beyond. That makes me uncomfortable for many reasons. Mainly, I don’t want to come off like that. I don’t want people to think I’m bragging about how hardcore I am. I’m not. I struggle just as much as everyone else in the room. I’m just trying to share what’s been working for me.

I appreciate the respect of my fellow WW members (and friends and acquaintances and blog subscribers), and it amazes and baffles me that I’m an inspiration to others, but I’m just like you. Don’t think I’m not.