Now the fat fat has to go.
Yeah, this is where I'm stuck. (She says, wiping brownie crumbs off her shirt.) And I don't have a baby to blame.
I am back from my doctor's appointment and I am eating junk food to reward myself.
Crapity, that reminds me. Ex-shrink called me this morning to remind me that I owe her about $400.
I made my appointment. Thanks for the punctuation. I guess I'll see how things go. It's a medical doctor, not a therapist though. Can't type sentences that flow together right now. Perhaps I've had too much Diet Pepsi.
I learned a lot. I never expected a sex researcher to be such a(and I mean this fondly) geek.
Oh, I know! I think that's the part I loved the most! Because *I* would totally approach sex research the same way. I found myself laughing when no one else in the theatre was, because of how familiar his approach to things was, and yet you could tell from the movie that it was clearly meant to be sort of an-alien-walks-among-us thing.
I went to the dr. this morning and I'm down 39 lbs from my top weight.
It makes me want to stay on my diet, but it also makes me say, "man, I was a frikkin BUFFALO."
I've been doing paperwork all day -- deferring my student loans, chatting with the IRS about a payment plan. Just about everybody has been very nice and made genuine sounding sympathy noises when I told them how I lost my job. With any luck, if I'm a very VERY good girl, I can try and find a job that won't kill me a little every day.
Wish I could help, but my law firm connections don't extend beyond Topeka, KS.
Can't type sentences that flow together right now. Perhaps I've had too much Diet Pepsi.
Maybe the doc can do something about that caffine jones...
Yeah, like when he wants to get the facts when he and Mac have The Painful Sex...his first thought is "There must be an answer." but I guess it was good it wasn't "I'm bad at that...more cold showers."
The orgasm was his Adena Watson case, sort of.
Wish I could help, but my law firm connections don't extend beyond Topeka, KS.
::smooch::
thank you, sweetie
Any chance the Mrs. could get some treatment for depression? (if that's appropriate, which it may well be)
Wow, Trudy -- 39 pounds! That's a great achievement.