Diet: Day Four

128.2 lbs.

I never realized until this diet how much I don't like most fruits. They're too sweet. I know, that sounds crazy coming from a chocolate addict, but it's the truth. I bite into these fruits and I almost can't swallow. Too sweet. Can't handle it.

The fruits I do like do weird things to my tongue. I'm talking about pineapple mostly, because pineapple is delicious, and everyone likes pineapple. OK, that's not entirely true. There are people who don't like pineapple. I think they're called Al Qaeda.

Anyway, if I eat too much pineapple, it burns my tongue and my taste buds start to peel off. It's nasty. The same thing happens with kiwi. A single kiwi fruit will render my tongue taste bud-less. I don't know what the deal is.

I'm still hungry, even after stuffing my face with the most sickeningly sweet fruits I can handle. I also have a headache that started yesterday morning and won't go away.

I took a Chemistry quiz last night. The first quiz I took (last week or so), I got a 100% on the first try. This quiz I missed two problems, even with notes right there in front of me. My brain will not function. I knew what I needed to do, but I couldn't do it. It was kind of like the physio training I had to do in the AF. They put you in a decompression chamber and suck the air out of the room to simulate being unpressurized at high altitudes. Then they take away your oxygen mask and give you a test. It's not a hard test, mostly stuff like "write your full name" and "if you have 8 sheep and 3 get eaten, how many sheep are left?" and that kind of thing. When your brain is oxygen deprived, however, you can't even answer easy stuff like that. Shit, you can't even write your name correctly (I spelled my name 'Tayor'). That's how I feel now. I can't string two thoughts together. I think fruit is making me retarded.

So hippies, I'm curious to know exactly when I'll start feeling AMAAAZING. So far, I'm constantly starving, have a headache that won't quit, and I'm exhausted all day. I have to work tomorrow, and I'm not about to go dragging ass around my residents. I have homework and tests all due on Monday, and as it is now, I can hardly muster up the energy to keep Wormie from throwing all her diapers in the trash. Brain-thinkin' takes a lot of energy, and if I want to keep my grades up, I might have to eat a donut - YES a donut, only a donut will undo this fruit lethargy! - to give my brain some fuel.

Bleeehhhhhh...

I haven't blogged lately at all, and I'm sorry about that. It's been a rough couple of weeks.

About two weeks ago, I woke up one morning to discover I had slept weird on my neck. I figured it would right itself within a couple of days, like it always does. Well, it didn't go away within a couple of days. A week after it started hurting, Jake finally got tired of me whining and he booked me a massage (which was awesome!). However, the massage didn't get rid of the pain completely. It was still waking me up at night and making me afraid to drive (because I couldn't turn my head far enough to check my blind spot). I bit the bullet and started taking ibuprofen to make the pain manageable so I could actually DO STUFF.

Then the headaches started.

I've had horrible pounding vicegrip headaches for the past four days, and today is shaping up to be just as headachey as yesterday. Ibuprofen for breakfast? Don't mind if I do.

I took my algebra final on Tuesday, and got an A overall. Hooray! The final was one reason I started downing painkillers. It's really hard to concentrate when it feels like an angry midget is engaging in baseball bat therapy inside your head.

Yes I do, and they're destroying
my cerebellum.

Now that school is all done, I can concentrate on completing Christmas presents. I still have to finish a cross-stitch (ran out of thread, so I have to go get more bleehhh) and finish a few crocheted items.

I finally remembered to get Christmas cards made. I need to pick them up today at noon. I hope Camille gets up from her nap before then. She's been sleeping for like 5 hours at a time in the morning lately, but only on days when I want to go shopping or something. When I want to stay in and just relax, she's got so much energy she bounces off the ceiling.

Misbehave? Me? I'm too cute to misbehave!

NaNoWriMo ended two weeks ago, and I've spent the time since then trying to finish the novel. 50,000 words wasn't even half of my novel. It seems like it gets longer every time I look at it. Normally I'd say that's a good thing, but the new stuff isn't advancing the story as much as I need it to. I think I'm focusing too much on character development and not enough on moving the story along. Le sigh.

Well that's enough from me. I need to root around in the kitchen and try to find something appealing to eat. The headaches and neck pain have sapped my appetite lately (except for goldfish crackers, apparently).

I love the fishes
cuz they're so delicious.

If you do a Google search for the phrase "I love the fishes cause they're so delicious," you'll get this ONE picture of goldfish crackers. The other pictures are about Troll dolls, miscarriages, and Victoria Beckham.

The Internet is a weird place.

Operation Single Sleeper, Regression

Last night, Camille woke up at 1am, which is business as usual. Normally, she goes right back to sleep.

But last night, she didn't go back to sleep. She stayed up crying until 4am.

I'm. So. Tired.

I think she's teething. She had better be teething, because otherwise she was screaming for 3 hours in the middle of the night for no reason. And if that's the case, she's grounded.

Operation Single Sleeper, Phase Two

Camille doesn't like sleeping by herself.  -_-

At Mommy & Me group on Wednesday, I asked the other mommies what they did to convince their baby that sleeping alone in a crib is fun and wonderful. I told them that we had Camille in her bassinet next to the bed because I'm still uncomfortable with her in a completely different room.

"Well," said one. "She's probably too big for the bassinet."

I assured her that Camille fit fine in the bassinet, and even had several inches to spare.

"No, that's not what I mean," she said. "Some babies sleep a whole lot better when they're in a big crib or big bed. They like the openness."