Sorry y’all, this is likely going to be a shorter than usual post. I’m not feeling so fabulous today and so sitting in this desk chair is not a good thing. But, accountability is a good thing, so here goes.
Weight – I have lost exactly 5lbs since I started tracking this on January 1st. Yay!
Money – I stuck to my budget last month. I ate out exactly 3x, I kept every receipt, and I didn’t even suffer for it.
Eating better – I paid much more attention to what I was eating. Part of that is because of the food prepping I do. (hopefully more on that in a future post)
All in all, I’m counting January as a very good month and I’m proud of the progress I’ve made.
Coming at you a day early this week, but hey, I’ve got good stuff to share.
Easy one first, the weight. In spite of making the decision to have dinner out last night, and eat a large order of french fries, I managed to lose another 3/4 of a pound. My guess is that it could have been even more if we’d had something healthier for dinner but I honestly don’t feel bad. This was only the THIRD time this month that I’ve eaten out and a girl needs some fries now and then. I’m still considering it a win. I’m down 4lbs for the month. My goal was 5 and I still consider next week part of January. I’m seeing a victory in my future.
On the financial front, I’m doing awesome. I still have cash left in my wallet and in the bank. I recreated my budget spreadsheet (it got lost when the laptop tanked) and then started adding up my receipts and I’m actually in really good shape. Assuming the government does eventually let me file my taxes, my returns are good enough that I’ll be able to pay off one credit card entirely and then start working on the others. My plan is to pay off the highest balance, because it would require the highest monthly payment to eliminate this year, and then put that payment amount with the next highest balance. This should result in all of the cards being paid off well before the end of the year.
I’ve decided that the next step is going to be increasing what I pay on my vehicle loan. I moved that to my credit union, where I do all of my banking, late last year so it’s ridiculously easy to pay extra on it via their website. Once that’s paid off I’ll start putting money aside for the down payment on the next vehicle.
I totally sound like a grown up.
I am starting to use my Google Assistant more often. I even figured out how to have it set reminders for me, and then promptly felt foolish because it’s stupid easy. I am quite enjoying it though.
And last but not least, the “bigger than a washcloth” craft project to be completed. I am probably 95% done crocheting the pieces and parts for the kitty cocoon/bunting thing for K’s bambino. Next comes assembly. Lots of little parts that will make for an adorable baby kitty. My plan is to get that finished this evening.
So YAY! I feel like I’m making really good progress with everything and because I’m not focusing all of my attention on just one thing it seems to be easier. It’s lots of baby steps that are all taking me in the direction I want to go.
I am delighted, and entirely amazed, to be able to report that I lost another pound this week. That puts me down 2.5 for the month so far. WOOT! The amazed part comes from the brutal attack I made on some leftover Christmas cookies last night, but I digress. Life is all about balance.
I’m still trying to work on my eating habits. I haven’t yet started on the extra activity component, which is funny because as I’m writing this my mom is on the treadmill on the other side of the room. I don’t lack in opportunity, I lack in motivation. It happens.
Finances were also one of the things I identified as a goal and I’m pushing that hard. I’ll be calling Netflix this morning and cancelling because after a long hard look at our entertainment habits we realized that we almost never use it. Yes, only $15/month but still. I’ve been taking a long, hard look at everything and deciding if I really need it or not.
So I’m keeping all of my receipts, writing unusual things down in my planner, and making myself stop and think twice about each and every purchase. Yesterday when we ran errands it was a game to see if I could get out of each store for $10 or less. The only time I tipped the scale was Target and that was because my total was $11.57.
I feel like I’m off to a good start, and that feels really GOOD.
I’m a very goal oriented human being, just ask my mother. Or my co-workers. Or any of my ex-husbands. I like to have a plan and I like to have things to work towards. For awhile I was really good at blogging my goals and in hindsight, I think that helped. This year I’m going to try something a little different. I’m going to blog about my goals and I got myself an organizer thingy at Michael’s that has both a calendar and incorporates goal tracking.
I think I’m going to love it. Plus, it has flowers on the front and in gold lettering says “Today is Going to be Great.” What’s not to love?
So, my magnificent goals for 2018 will be…
Pay off ALL of my credit card debt by the end of the year.
Lose 5lbs per month through a combination of healthier eating and increased activity.
Learn to use the Google Assistant on my phone.
Complete one project (bigger than a wash cloth) every month using yarn I already have.
Take the “strip” stained glass class.
Get the Christmas 2018 decorations Mom and I have planned completed by April.
Not purchase any new craft supplies.
In the spirit of transparency I feel compelled to tell you that I have cheated like a fiend with that last one. I went out on Friday and got some sheets of clear glass, but only so that I can use up the colored glass I already have and hopefully make some fabulous fused glass art. Also, on the day of my surgery I signed up for a “yarn of the month club” that I’m going to stay in because it’s less than $20/month and will help me get that “I need a new shiny thing” fix.
One of the goals that isn’t here, but is sort of implied, deals with finances. I spend way more than I should on crap that I shouldn’t. This morning I sat down and took a long hard look at what comes in compared to what goes out, in terms of money, and made a plan for paying off those credit cards with just 12 payments each.
I have an ample wardrobe, plenty of craft supplies, and enough yarn to quite likely circle the globe so I should be fine.
My intention when it comes to blogging about my goals is to provide some sort of update at least once a week. Generally I try to focus on one thing at a time because quite frankly I have a raging case of SOS (shiny object syndrome) and it’s just easier that way.
Here’s hoping that all of us have a fabulous 2018!
Where did we leave off in our saga? Oh yes, I looked like a lobster because of yet another allergic reaction and I was waiting to see if I needed another surgery. Good times.
The allergy subsided and I quite literally shed my skin. Everywhere. Thoroughly gross.
The breast cancer doc was not a woman but rather a lovely older gent with a lovely Hispanic accent who told me that he saw no reason to operate. Instead I’ll be having another mammogram in June on just the left side and we’ll keep an eye on that area for the next few years.
Christmas was good and things in general have been good. I’ve been productive finally. And I’ve been cleared by the oncologist to go back to work next week.
But all of this “sky is falling” stuff has got me thinking. I really do want to take charge of my own destiny and become the person I know I can be. So expect changes, some big and some small. Mostly you should expect to hear all about my goals. I have lots of things to do and I know I won’t get anywhere without a plan, and that’s how I think about goals.
It’s a well documented fact that I’m allergic to lots of stuff, mostly medicine. I tend to get the run of the ill itchy rash that’s more of a miserable nuisance than anything, though I have on two occasions gotten Stevens-Johnson Syndrome which can quickly become severe and life threatening. Having been down this road before I do know the difference.
On Wednesday I was full-on into a rash. I looked like the miserable little lobster that I was but it was truly Just A Rash. Which is why the doc sent me to the ER. *SMH*
After spending several hours there, and donating more blood, I was released with a clean bill of health (quelle suprise!) and instructions to take Benadryl every 4 hours. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. (duh) I am starting to feel better though, which is good. I’ve been able to be up and out of the house and I even wore real pants the other day. Go me!
On Thursday I have the appointment with the breast surgeon. I know I’m seeing an oncologist and that my doctor for this is a woman, but I don’t know anything beyond that. Assuming I have another full-blown surgery I do intend to tell her to please not give this antibiotic I just had. The itching is driving me rather crazy and I’m a little concerned I’m going to dislocate one of my shoulders trying to scratch the middle of my back.
The surgery this morning went well. Evidently the ridiculous pain had been caused by a regular old ovarian cyst that had stopped being a pain because it had mostly been reabsorbed by my body. The oncologist made the smart decision to remove it anyway because once one of those little suckers grows cysts they’re likely to keep growing them and if she had opened me up and not taken anything I’ve have been super pissed. Especially after this…
Yes, that is the IV stuck in my foot. My arms and hands look like damn pin cushions and I’m covered in bruises. Fortunately by that point I was desperate, crying a little, and the anesthesia doc who put it in got it on the first poke. Yay.
The surgery itself went so well that I went in the OR at 8 and was at home by 11.
I am much less pleased with the breast biopsy results, which didn’t come until this afternoon during my nap. What they found is not cancer, yay, but it something that typically turns into cancer, boo. So tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with my regular doc to find out what the next phase of this adventure actually is.
Today was the much anticipated needle biopsy. And by much anticipated I mean the event that I would most rather have had swapped with one in which I had a pap smear done by Captain Hook.
It’s no secret that I both have a total of 15 tattoos and a ridiculously high tolerance for pain. I went home the same day when I had my partial hysterectomy and took nothing stronger than Tylenol for it and when I had plastic surgery done on both legs at the same time I took nothing for the pain because that’s when we discovered that I’m allergic to hydrocodone. I can deal.
Does anyone else hum loudly and off key when trying to deal with pain? No? Just me then.
Fortunately it didn’t take all that long. Unfortunately I was awake for all of it AND I was squished in the mammogram machine the whole time. That’s how they know where the needle should be. And while they pumped me full of lidocaine to help numb the pain I got to sit perfectly still.
In all seriousness, ladies, go get your mammogram when you hit 40. This sucker is so damn tiny they had to re position me twice to find it again which means if it is cancer it should be easy to take care of. Knowing is always better than not knowing.
Taking the week before my surgery off work to get stuff done and ready for Christmas has proven to be a really good idea. I’ve made some amazing progress with making gifts, I’ve had time to suffer through a rotten ass cold, and I went for my first mammogram.
And then my second mammogram.
And then a follow up ultrasound because something doesn’t look right.
And now tomorrow I’ll be having a needle biopsy done. On the left side. Same as the ovary. (also the same side that has a purple and green Celtic butterfly tattoo, but I digress)
I’m trying to stay positive about this, I really am. But honestly, it really does feel like my whole body is hell bent on making me pay for sins I committed as a much younger person. I am not at all amused.
On the upside, the mammogram docs are trying to coordinate things with the oncology doc that will be taking out the ovary so that just in case I need two surgeries I can have both done at the same time. A TWO-FER!!!
Still not amused.
For what it’s worth, I will never EVER go on vacation again.
I spent a good part of this morning in the basement cleaning up/out my desk and surrounding areas. When I moved upstairs (movin’ on up to the west side, fo reals yo) I didn’t take too much time to worry about the space I was leaving behind in the basement, space that had included my bedroom and an office area. But something about the upcoming surgery, and the difficulties lately in finding things, put me in a frame of mind to get down to it. We’re also getting ready for my mom’s new treadmill to be delivered tomorrow so the floor needed some attention. All of this explanation to finally explain why I am laughing until I pee (this time).
Garth has a little stuffed squirrel toy that is his absolute favorite. He carries it around in his mouth even though it’s nearly the size of his head. His favorite thing to do is throw it up in the air and then catch it. I lovingly refer to it as his Squirrelfriend. Tossing her around is even more fun to do on the wide open basement tile floor.
Anyway, I’m feeling a bit like there’s a ticking clock looming over my shoulder. Not in an “end of my life, Grim Reaper” kind of way, more in a “holy fucking hell, I’m having surgery in only slightly more than TWO WEEKS” kind of way. Wait, maybe that is the fame feeling…
I’ve been working diligently to make sure that everything is as ready as possible before S-Day. The amazing thing about having a surgery in December is that you’ve almost certainly met your health insurance deductible. The horrific thing about having a surgery in December is that convalescing time is almost certainly going to wreak havoc with Christmas preparations.