Poor Matilda and you, JZ. I hope she's better quickly. Glad to know you have easily nearby options in case.

Their reply was "Well, keep up the good work!" Aaaaaaand fuck you.

Have more awful vomit and diarrhea! So much hate. It's honestly why I answer with the fact that I got a dog, so definitely some exercise but I also got really close to a complete mental breakdown. Because I'm, you may have noticed, slightly private but that's just bullshit and I like when people look uncomfortable afterwards. They should be.

Fly safely, Jillian.

Any bets on what time I randomly wake up in the middle of the night tonight?

3:19. And text me. That's been the yucky wake up and not be able to effectively go back to sleep time recently. If I'm actually asleep, phone is on Do Not Disturb. I'll have to actively check.

When I was going through my divorce I lost a lot of weight. My standard comment to compliments was "Yeah, I guess trauma becomes me."

Jesse, to make sure if the flue is drawing, light a candle and see if the flame flickers when you hold it in the chimney.

When I'm really upset, I just don't eat, ever. Stress makes me feel pukey. Of course, weight-wise I have a body I just didn't earn, although I also really love a lot of healthy food, too, but I don't work at it.

Stress eater, unfortunately.

Stress eater who puts on weight way too easily.

Mild stress: I eat. Major stress? No eat.

I lost 7 lbs in a week last summer, because I couldn't move without barfing and was nauseated constantly. It was a crappy way to lose weight, and naturally I couldn't keep it off anyway.

Climbed 5 5.11s at the gym today, a personal best. Need to keep doing this. Really need to lift weights (more than just climbing), but I just can't seem to fit it in.

And it doesn't help that right now I'm making oatmeal cookies.

Another milestone: I clipped Dad's toenails for the first time. Sigh.

Jesse, to make sure if the flue is drawing, light a candle and see if the flame flickers when you hold it in the chimney.

I will try that! I half wonder if it didn't draw as much because I didn't actually make a fire, as that the flue wasn't fully open. I feel like that was a thing? That not-hot-enough fires resulted in a housefull of smoke? Whatever, tomorrow is another day.

One thing I'll say for my coworkers, they're great at sticking to the generic "You look great!" kind of compliments, and I even got a few, "I noticed you lost weight but didn't want to mention it directly in case it wasn't a good thing or for a good reason" comments once we got into a diet/health conversation via non-intrusive means.

I almost got through helping/making mac do homework tonight without a fight, but no. when he did not have an easy clear path to doing the task he makes up excuse after excuse and challenges each and every one of my suggestions as not possibly right and not what the teacher wants. Killer when I find the teacher documents that support me. Also the teacher documents (items that were presents electronically in class) should have been transcribed to class notes so it would not be guess work and memory exercises, but all I get told is "we don't take notes in that class" - oh really? perhaps your bad grade reflects that. Perhaps the school underachievers being in that class is also reflective of that.

anyway, we're almost done. Tomorrow we don;t have work for this class, he gets to write answers to questions on his reading.

I AM THE BEST MOM.