Along with Baby's dermatologist appointment on Monday, I also had scheduled a few appointments for myself, taking advantage of the day off from work.
First up: The GYNO. I hadn't been since October of 2007, so this one was past due. Ummm...I've gained 8 pounds. NOT GOOD.
Frankly, though, I'm not at all surprised (I was actually mentally prepared for a worse number of poundage than that.)
I do soooooo well at work. A Fiber One bar or low sugar oatmeal in the morning, followed by a banana. A Lean Cuisine or soup for lunch. A cheese stick. Microwave popcorn. Sometimes I get crazy and mix it up with yogurt or a green apple. I feel like an old man because I literally eat THE SAME THING EVERY DAY.
Ideally, I'd like to be consuming about 1,200 calories per day...But when I get home to the Trenches at night? I turn into a human vacuum. I eat my meal, and then the rest of the boyz'. I eat without thinking. Mindlessly. Automatically.
Last night? I swear, I must have eaten about 47 raviolis. And then hated myself.
And hated myself even moreso this morning when all my work clothes felt tight and frumpy.
It's a vicious cycle, between the eating binges and the sporadic exercise.
MUST GET ON TRACK. So my new "thing" (I always have a "thing") is this: I will continue to eat healthy (and boring and routine) at work. But at night? I'm going to try a SlimFast shake instead of a meal. And then be DONE. I'll still sit with the family, but will refrain from the gorging. (Any other suggestions as to a healthy meal replacement-type drink? Besides the cans of SlimFast? I don't want to have to haul out the blender every night.)
I have to do it this way, for now, because I'm the all-or-nothing type.
Same goes for exercise. I can either work out 5 mornings a week at 4:45 a.m. or else not at all. No in-between.
(I have no idea why I'm this way. I just am.)
Okay, done ranting.
Question: Should I have a mammogram now? At age (almost) 36? It would simply be a baseline until I turn 40 and get them done yearly. My doctor left it up to me. I have no family history of breast cancer.
And then, it was on to my eyedoctor.
Shocker, not only have I gained 8 pounds, but my eyesight has (further) deteriorated. And I was also told that I wear my contacts for too many hours per day (at least 16) and need to give my eyes more of a rest because they're not getting enough oxygen.
Fat, gray and blind. That's me.
Apparently, I'm the one on the right.