I lost weight. Finally.

When I went back to work, my boss told me I lost weight, which of course made me ecstatic. I came home and remembered to weigh myself, and I lost 4lb!!!

In the emergency room, they gave me morphin, which made me throw up anything I put in my mouth except for ginger ale for 2 days. That shit is strong! Then I took percocet for the pain, and of course THAT made me all nauseous and puke. Not only that, I really wasn’t hungry most of the time. I had to force myself to eat something just so I don’t take the medications in empty stomach. Congratulate me. That was the first time I’ve ever had to force myself to eat something and couldn’t even finish WeightWatcher’s frozen dinner!

Now I haven’t taken any medication for 3 or 4 days, and I have resumed my normal eating schedule. But guess what? My stomach must have shrunk cause I’m full with just one frozen dinner? How about that? Now I only have to fight the urge to pig out whenever I’m hungry. So at least one good thing came out of my worst nightmare…