Fasting log: day 13 (aka FML)
This week has been absolutely craptastic! Actually, what I thought I would look back on as my weakest moment of the fast has turned out to be one of the funniest moments of this week!
It started on Sunday, day 10. I was hangry! I was grumpy, I was fed up, I was just over it all. I am not a rabbit and I was tired of eating like one. And, to top off the day, my lovely DH went out and got Chinese takeout for him and the LO. Seriously?! That was it. I decided enough was enough, I was going to have the broth of a wonton soup to satisfy my "hanger". I ate every bite with a tiny spoon and it was nothing less than fantastic! It was just missing the wontons... of which my daughter graciously left one remaining on her plate. I was about to throw it away when I snapped; fuck it! One wonton won't kill a well behaved two week fast! I devoured it, with no regrets.
On Monday, I admit that I had a bit of guilt about my slip-up, but my roller coaster of emotions and general anxiety got the better of me and the wonton was long forgotten.
Tuesday, I arrive home late and get the LO into the bath only to discover that her glasses are cracked and one lens is missing. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried! She explained that it had fallen out at daycare and she thought one of the teachers had it, but maybe it was the other teacher, or maybe it was with the toys... in other words, she had no clue. Another surprise expense coming our way!
And then today. Fuck... Me!
The day started out with a continuation of a battle I've been having with the government over money they owe me for daycare expenses. After finally sorting that out, I think, the only thing thing left on my agenda besides work was a trip to the optometrist for the LO's new glasses and waiting for a call from the hospital regarding Fridays surgery.
Well, I got the call, but not the one I was expecting. The operating room had experienced a leak. It was contaminated. Yada, yada... insert the Peanuts schoolteacher voice here... surgery will be postponed to February 21st. What?!? No, no, no! I explained that this would not be possible, that DH was traveling for work around then because that was the same time I was supposed to be returning to work from my sick leave! Not to mention the fact that I had just starved myself for 2 bloody weeks and the thought of doing this all over again does not appeal to me in the least! Plus, my anxiety, plus all the arrangements we had made for the LO, plus, work, plus, plus.... just, no! Sympathetic to my panic, they decided to give me February 14th and bump someone else who had not begun fasting yet. But, that's 3 weeks away. What about MY fast? Continue until you hear from the dietician. WHAT!? Nope. Not happening. I admitted then and there that this week had been a total shit show and this news was going to throw me over the edge and if I had to continue this damn fast for 3 more weeks I was having super tonight! Sympathetic, again, she said to have something light but keep at it until I hear from the... yeah, yeah, fine, I get it!!!
So, was it the curse of the wonton all along? Did i jinx my own surgery? 13 days in, 16lbs down, and a Wendy's chili and baked potato never tasted so good! This was supposed to be a Pho soup, that's what I had set my mind on, but they were mysteriously closed and the LO was starving because on top of everything else, we did make it to the optometrist for her new glasses too. And believe me when I say I was full on ugly crying while I waited in my car in the parking lot for DH and the LO to arrive.
Bite me, fuck me, the end... for now.
It started on Sunday, day 10. I was hangry! I was grumpy, I was fed up, I was just over it all. I am not a rabbit and I was tired of eating like one. And, to top off the day, my lovely DH went out and got Chinese takeout for him and the LO. Seriously?! That was it. I decided enough was enough, I was going to have the broth of a wonton soup to satisfy my "hanger". I ate every bite with a tiny spoon and it was nothing less than fantastic! It was just missing the wontons... of which my daughter graciously left one remaining on her plate. I was about to throw it away when I snapped; fuck it! One wonton won't kill a well behaved two week fast! I devoured it, with no regrets.
On Monday, I admit that I had a bit of guilt about my slip-up, but my roller coaster of emotions and general anxiety got the better of me and the wonton was long forgotten.
Tuesday, I arrive home late and get the LO into the bath only to discover that her glasses are cracked and one lens is missing. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried! She explained that it had fallen out at daycare and she thought one of the teachers had it, but maybe it was the other teacher, or maybe it was with the toys... in other words, she had no clue. Another surprise expense coming our way!
And then today. Fuck... Me!
The day started out with a continuation of a battle I've been having with the government over money they owe me for daycare expenses. After finally sorting that out, I think, the only thing thing left on my agenda besides work was a trip to the optometrist for the LO's new glasses and waiting for a call from the hospital regarding Fridays surgery.
Well, I got the call, but not the one I was expecting. The operating room had experienced a leak. It was contaminated. Yada, yada... insert the Peanuts schoolteacher voice here... surgery will be postponed to February 21st. What?!? No, no, no! I explained that this would not be possible, that DH was traveling for work around then because that was the same time I was supposed to be returning to work from my sick leave! Not to mention the fact that I had just starved myself for 2 bloody weeks and the thought of doing this all over again does not appeal to me in the least! Plus, my anxiety, plus all the arrangements we had made for the LO, plus, work, plus, plus.... just, no! Sympathetic to my panic, they decided to give me February 14th and bump someone else who had not begun fasting yet. But, that's 3 weeks away. What about MY fast? Continue until you hear from the dietician. WHAT!? Nope. Not happening. I admitted then and there that this week had been a total shit show and this news was going to throw me over the edge and if I had to continue this damn fast for 3 more weeks I was having super tonight! Sympathetic, again, she said to have something light but keep at it until I hear from the... yeah, yeah, fine, I get it!!!
So, was it the curse of the wonton all along? Did i jinx my own surgery? 13 days in, 16lbs down, and a Wendy's chili and baked potato never tasted so good! This was supposed to be a Pho soup, that's what I had set my mind on, but they were mysteriously closed and the LO was starving because on top of everything else, we did make it to the optometrist for her new glasses too. And believe me when I say I was full on ugly crying while I waited in my car in the parking lot for DH and the LO to arrive.
Bite me, fuck me, the end... for now.
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