So, today will be the first day or my millionth attempt at dieting. I'm reading the Atkins, I've joined a forum for support, and I bought a scale. A home scale, so I can weigh myself at normal intervals without having to go to the doctor. Currently, according to my home scale, I weigh 341. I'm going to weigh myself next Friday after my first week on Atkins and see what I weigh then.

The Boy is currently working on fixing our air conditioner. The thing decided to make some hounds of hell growling noises last week so we took it out of the window. Of course, two days later, we both get colds, the temperature reaches the mid-eighties and we're both too tired, hot, and cranky to do much more than sneeze and yell at one another to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP YOUR FREAKING BLANKET ON YOUR OWN SIDE OF THE BED!! We're a strange couple. I just sat and watched in fear as Boy pulled the little on/off knob off the front of the AC. It broke last year and with a piece of plastic and some compressed air, he fixed it. He's like a 22 year old MacGyver. So I'm just sitting here, wasting time on this pointless little post, waiting for him to pull out a rubber band and a bottle of mustard or something to fix our newest problem with the AC.

On another note, my mom needs to start monitoring her blood sugar, so she had to buy one of those little finger pricking devices. I'm terrified of getting to that point. I don't want to be diabetic. I don't even want her to be diabetic. My mom and I have a love/hate relationship with each other. We don't get along all the time, we've often had some Jerry Springer style fights, but at the end of the day, she's my mom and I do love her. It's scary that she's so unhealthy. She smokes, she's overweight - but she did lose 6 pounds - she eats tons of unhealthy food, mostly pizza or take-out, and lately, she's had trouble feeling her left hand. She complained about her fingers being numb a few months ago, so I scheduled a doctors appointment for her, and bullied her into going. She recently had a follow-up, since her entire hand and part of her wrist have gone numb, and she's supposed to get a ton of tests done, including one to make sure she didn't have a min-stroke. I've tried to get her to go low-carb with me, but the most she'll do is switch to diet soda. I guess that's better than nothing though. Speaking of my mom, I should go try to put her little finger pricker together.



Starting weight: 341.