The Good, the Bad, and the Crampy

We'll start with the good, shall we?
1. I weighed myself this morning, and it's the lowest I've been since.... ummm... well... probably in three years. At least. This is an exciting development, especially with the plateau I've been dealing with for the last three weeks.
2. I got my period yesterday. In case you were counting (which of course you were! Why wouldn't you be tracking my cycle?), that would have given me a 48 day cycle. Jeez louise. I had all but given up hope of having good 'ol Aunt Flo come to town on her own accord. I berated myself for slacking on the diet this month, for eating too much sugar, for not working out enough. I was depressed about having come so far only to take steps backward. But alas, cycle Day One was yesterday, and I am a happy camper. Oooh, this also makes the low weigh-in today exciting because I'm always chunkier this time of the month.
3. Oh yeah, did I mention I got a NEW JOB? Dr Boy and I are officially moving on up in the world... or at least up in the state. I am terrified, thrilled, nervous, confident, and relieved. And a few other things, but #2 definitely explains why I bawled on Wednesday when the news arrived. I really can't wait for the job to start, to get a sense of fulfillment back when I go to work. And, one my best friends will be a quick jog away, which is fantastic.

And, onto the bad...
1. I got my period yesterday. This means that last cycle, I didn't get preggers. Officially. As if the negative pregnancy tests screaming "NOT PREGNANT" weren't enough to convince me. This really sucked, to put it bluntly, because I had convinced myself the tests were just wrong. I had spotting 10 days after the positive OPK, which I chalked up to implantation bleeding. I was exhausted, way more than normal. And my boobs ached so much I couldn't walk down stairs without fondling myself. I have no idea what all that meant now, other than maybe I need to hit up the Victoria's Secret sale to pick up a new bra or two. Depressing.
2. I'm moving. I'm terrified for a lot of reasons. Did I make the wrong decision? Is leaving my family 400 miles away the wrong move for someone trying to have her first child? I feel terribly guilty about leaving. Plus, there's the renting our condo part, which is going to be a headache. Hopefully not, but probably so.

And last, the crampy...
1. I got my period yesterday. I have cramps. I have years worth of cramps, rolled up into one tidy few days that make my stomach feel like it's ripping itself out of my body.

That's all.

My favorite cookies. Ever.

It's been a while since I ranted about the depravity that is a limited-sugar lifestyle, so it must mean that I'm adjusting.... or cheating. Up until this last week or so it'd been more towards the adjusting side, but then I got a serious craving for my favorite cookies. When I say these are my favorite cookies, I mean I actually purchased a CASE of the chips used to make them from Amazon when I couldn't find them in the grocery store anymore. True story. I have three bags left.

When I was living in Texas, I came across the most wonderful Hershey chips ever- cinnamon flavored. Not butterscotch, not peanut butter, but cinnamon. Imagine the possibilities! Of course I'm not imaginative when it comes to cooking, but I do know how to follow a recipe pretty well if I do say so myself. I know, I'm talented, huh? On the back of the bag, there was a recipe for Cinnamon Oatmeal Cookies. And now I'm hooked like an addict on crack. When I moved back to California, I couldn't find the chips in store, so I made do with Amazon. I assure you they were cheaper when I bought them. I swear. I think.

Either way these are my favorite cookies ever. No raisins of course. 'Nuff said. Make them now.

Poor baby.

This is Vesta's right ear. Back when we were pricking her ears 6 to 12 times a day (yeah, we were seriously doing it that much), the red marks weren't as big. Or maybe her whole ear was just red? Or maybe we were just delusional and tried to convince ourselves that were weren't imposing cruel and unusual punishment on our firstborn.






This is Vesta's left ear. Not quite as bad. Right? Right?? When (and if) you home-test blood glucose on a cat, the ears have to "learn" to bleed over time. And if you stop testing obsessive-compulsively, they forget. As you can see.







So now she's just going to vomit up little pieces of Christmas tree to get back at us.
Happy Holidays to us!

Relapse? Let's hope not.

Seeeeriously? A more superstitious person (AKA Dr. Boy) would think that Vesta decided to go and be diabetic again because she knew we just sold and/or donated most of her diabetes supplies.

Long story short, Dr. Boy came home from work tonight to Vesta hanging out in the cat tree, not budging even to come down and eat. If you've ever met Vesta, you know she's a food-monger for which this is completely uncharacteristic behavior. He pried her out of the tree, plopped her in front of the food, but she'd only touch a few bites. Out comes the evil Ear Pricker, and low and behold- her blood sugar was spiked up into the high 200's. (When she went off the juice, she was holding that down between 60 and 90).

So.... we'll see where she's at tomorrow... and hope she got into some food she wasn't supposed to when we weren't home.