And the magic number is...

4793mg/day
That's a bit more than I thought.

Well, if you read this on facebook, then obviously you already know... but I went to walmart yesterday and checked out with Rogaine, Gas X and Red Hots. I found it amusing.

I'm so ready to go back to bed.

Med Bump.

I wonder how many thousands of milligrams of medication I take now. One went up 200 mg yesterday, or monday.. or last week.. it all runs together. But if it gets rid of the floating head and imaginary bunny (or bunchilla as Zac calls it) then it's all good. I'm fairly certain I just have to wait for it to run it's course, but at least taking more medicine makes me feel like I'm productively working to get rid of them. Right.

So Saturday was karate graduation. Brenna's now a yellow belt, and Chris is a Dragon Orange belt. And I'm $75 poorer. But very, very proud.

Driving is still really hard for me. Panic attacks are so annoying.

This is the first summer in over a decade that I won't have any ball games to go to. I hate sitting out in the hot bugginess, but it's still weird. I do like watching my kids do stuff.  Karate and violin will have to do it for this summer though.

This morning is lasting forever! I should be sewing Zac's work pants. Or laundry. Or folding clothes. Or going through the sacks that have magically appeared on the couch.

I accidentally bought a new vacuum last night. I didn't need one. I swear it was some sort of OCD thing. I haven't opened it, but it looks pretty awesome. It almost makes me want to vacuum.  Almost.

I've watched about 5 episodes of Spongebob this morning so far.

We're sucking at saving for our Honeymoon. Mostly my fault.

But I'll be good. Starting now.

Speaking of being good.. My A1C number went down almost 2 points, and I'm very happy with it.  Just a little farther to go.  And a million pounds to lose.

And then a skin removal, and boob job .. hehe..

OCD of the food variety.

I can not stop eating Papa John's pizza. I've had probably 25 pieces in the last week. I hate OCD. It makes me crave and have insane hang ups on random things. It's not helping me lose weight.. that's for sure. I'd like to pretend I'm stronger than it, but I really don't seem to be. Maybe my Zoloft needs a bump.

Chris really wants to go to Big City Burrito for supper, so I might make that happen after karate. I'm not big on burritos, but it'll be fun to watch him eat it. You know, cuz he likes burritos.

Yes, I am this boring.

We have 2/3s of our honeymoon money now. I'm excited.

I need to straighten my bangs.

Yep, that's it for tonight.