I know, my titles as of late are a little off beat, I promise I'll get to my weight loss journey in this post, until then, thank you for bearing with me.
To explain my title: I suffer from eczema on my hands and the tops of my feet. I have since I was in my early teens and will probably continue to do so throughout my life. Perhaps it's my payback for never having acne (until now that is :) ). Not having real nails (I have acrylics), naturally I cannot scratch my hands (justification for the expense of having them done bi-weekly). So if my eczema starts to rear it's head, if I don't catch myself, I end up being very creative with how I scratch my hands. Most of the time it involves the sharp insides of drawers, sometimes I have to resort to scissors. Tonight I was sitting outside and the only thing was the driveway. I thought I was safe, I found something that would relieve, but not puncture (like the drawers). Nope, I found a sharp rock. It was dark and I'm convinced I no longer can feel pain on the insides of my hands, so I didn't notice until I was inside that there's now a crater in the center of my right palm and clear liquid escaping from it. That's never a good sign. Here's the diagnosed cause for my eczema: " ". Yes, that's a space between two quotes. The Doctors can't figure it out. Best guess now is certain food sensitivities, but I've noticed I suffer the most in May and June, which to me is interesting. I recently recovered from a particularly bad episode in which the tops of both hands between my knuckles was infected. Good times, but that's gross, so I'll move on. To complicate things, I have unusually sweaty hands, so trying to put a bandage on the center of my palm is like trying to make a snowball in the Caribbean: near impossible. I have my whole hand wrapped in clear tape, and it's working...for now :)
I seem to be getting better at having blog posts closer together again. 16 days between the last two. Sad, really, I need to blog more often, it's so helpful. I recently gave someone whom I love very dearly a hard time about not blogging very often. Like I'm one to talk. Hm. But I digress.
Now to the good stuff! I was out of town for the meeting the day after my last post. LONG story for another day, I was out of town for work all week. I did not make it to a meeting that week. I know I gained weight on that trip. My poor body had to deal with adjusting to eating at 7AM, 3PM, and 6PM....EST. I weighed myself when I got home. I gained 3 pounds. Sadly, that's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I knew where I was and what I needed to do. I then weighed myself Friday early morning and I had lost 6 pounds. WOOT! Then I ran Friday morning, and was SO sore, it had been a LONG time since I had run, and my shoulder did okay (YAY), but I'm trying not to get too ahead of myself, to take it slow and warm back into running. I'm still working out my shoulder as many if not more days than I'm running. Not taking any chances, and I run outside, so I have to use my gym membership for SOMETHING :). Wow, I digress again...big time. Okay, so where was I? OH right. I lost 6 pounds. Then Saturday, I was at work at 6AM to work on some things and I had to eat, I drank a glass of water, and I was moving around, still sore from running, and my poor little legs were jelly, dead weight, and swollen a little. I gained 1 pound (from two weeks prior). Not going to lie, I was pretty satisfied with that. I know I can make it up. This week, I hit that 4th week drama (DON'T ask), and MAINTAINED (neither gained or lost). That's what I'm talking about. :)
Next week, I'm going to lose, but I have to take it one day at a time. Tomorrow morning I'm going to the gym to work my shoulder. But I have to go to bed first.
G'night all :)
Until next time,
:)
