I need an intervention.

Okay, so I am beyond frustrated. Three days ago I weighed in at 217. This morning, I get on the scale and am greeted with 221.4. What the f! Four pounds in three days? You know what I did today to celebrate that little piece of info? I ate two f-ing pieces of crusty french bread with butter. Know why? Because I can! Because this fill is non-existent!

A moment please...           ...                  ...                    ...

So, a few thoughts on what is going on here, bullet style:

• I've been logging my food for the past three days and I am definitely getting enough protein.
• I quit taking the pill last week. Perhaps I am experiencing some PMS? A little pre-period bloat? The pill I was taking was the mini-pill, which is a constant low dose of hormones and no off-week. So my periods have been all over the place and I didn't have many PMS symptoms while taking it. Welcome back to the real world, eh?
• I've been carbing it up like no one's business. Sunday I will admit I logged about 2500 calories. It's like my stomach was a bottomless pit of carb craving. I feel sick just thinking about it.
• I'm not drinking enough water. 
• It's been a few days since I've pooped. Hmmm. 

All signs point to water retention? Short term plan is to drink drink drink, cut carbs, and do some exercise. I will be readjusting my weekly weight goals if I'm not back to 217 by Friday.

Want. To. Scream.

Stones, and not rolling ones!

Ugh, you guys. I have a giant kidney stone. It's big. I'm having a CT scan on Wednesday to size it up more accurately, then I will most likely be having Extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy (This was in bold when I copied it, and it seemed like it should stay that way. I mean, we're talking shock waves here, LOL!). Never a dull moment in my body, it seems. FYI, if you ever have to have a cystoscopy, it's really not so bad. I had myself all worked up over it and it was nothing.

This whole kidney stone thing really makes me realize how important my water goal is. In fact, I'm going to gradually up my intake over the next few weeks until I can tolerate about 100oz a day. This should probably help the ol' constipation issue too.

Are you guys sick of hearing about my insides yet?

My little tater tot has a fever, so she and I watched 90 minutes of Dora the Explorer at 2:30 this morning. So glad I did not have to work today. Also glad she eventually passed out so we could both get a couple more hours of sleep. Poor thing.  Hopefully the little guy doesn't catch whatever it is.