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.

ah and he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

ya think? kiddo. (I did not say that).

That's as close to an "I'm sorry" as I am going to get.

Side note to anyone who wants to have her or his thyroid function tested: don't let them get away with only running the TSH. Thyroid Stimulating Hormone comes from the pituitary gland. Make them run the T3 and T4 as well. TSH is only useful if your pituitary gland is callibrated correctly. If you never get the direct measurements, you don't know whether the pituary gland knows what it is talking about.

This, but also insist on the antithyroid antibodies tests. When I visited an endocrinologist in 2002, this was the one test she didn't do. When I finally learned to ask for it in 2011, it was the only one that showed I had a problem that wasn't all in my head.

Speaking of, I'm going to the doctor Monday to request a dosage increase. So hopeful it will increase my energy and reduce my joint pain.

Positive wishes to all.

ETA: Localistas, I'll be at the Durham Central Park Food Truck Rodeo tomorrow, 12:30ish to 1:45ish, if anyone is going to be there and wants to say hello. I'll look just like I did at the Angel Finale party, except 40 lbs heavier and with glasses.

ah and he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

Classic!

ah and he just came to tell me "I hate it when you are right".

TOTALLY THE BEST MOM.

Matilda's fever is hovering around 102; her forehead just cooled way down but all the heat seems to have rushed to her hands, which could practically scorch you. We're watching a little Spirited Away and then she'll head into a tepid tub for a bit.