So in a surprising turn of events, I got discharged yesterday. The doctor came round and said my INR was 1.1. Where normal is 1. And that I'd been on the rat poison for over a week and they generally only put you on for a week, so I need to go back tomorrow for a blood test and then it looks like I shall be fine. More over which, I can drink again in a month or two. So ya, fucking happy penguin dance much!?
Then to continue the good news, I got home and weighed in at 60.3kg/133lbs. MIRACULOUS! I tell you, MIRACULOUS! THEN I had dinner last night, which was the only thing I ate all day. A bunch of mexican style fries with tomato sauce (craving tomato sauce like a preggers biatch), two chilli poppers and a few nachos. Then a few bites of ice cream even! My blood pressure was really low yesterday morning. So, that's my excuse, not that there is actually an excuse. But anyway. SO this morning I woke up and weighed - get this - 59.9/132. HOLY SHIT BALLS YOU SAY!? You are right. Fuck it. That is my original goal weight. GW1!! Only another 4kgs till my UGW. Although the shrink tells me that this is a moving goal post for a bulimic. WHATEVER. Whoop. So my BMI is 18.9 FUCK YEAH! :D :D
The boy and I fought all of yesterday yet somehow ended up cuddling during the night. Old habits. I want to stab him in the temple. BUT obviously, I'm not an axe murderer so I won't. Looking for a new place to live which is exciting. I think I am going to move into a sharehouse with some students or something. Sounds like the best idea for me and then my kitten won't be lonely when he leaves his dad. Which is another source of guilt all on it's own. But he is my fucking cat. I can't wait to move on and close this chapter of my life. I am so scared of being alone. What if I don't find someone as awesome as him ever again!? But saying that, anything is better than this.
Welcome to my new followers, you've missed quite a bit up to this point, but hopefully this will make for some interesting readings. My goal for the holidays is to not fall into my usual self destructive pattern of messiness. No sleeping around, no crazy all night benders for whole weekends. Find a nice boy. Don't fall for his lies. Make sure my kitten is looked after, lose 4 more kgs to be at UGW! Woot. It's funny though, because I still look fat. I'm not sure where the weight is going, but maybe the scale is lying.
Thanks for all the comments and support. Can't wait to catch up on the blogesphere later!
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