So this week...
Starting Weight: 290.3
Last Weigh-in: 282.2
This Week: 281.3
Net Loss: -0.9
Loss-to-Date: -9.0
So... I'm torn. On one hand, it would've been nice to see a higher number; on the other hand, I didn't deserve a higher number this week.
Derek and I got really lazy this week. We cooked on Monday and Tuesday but the rest of week we kinda... well... failed. Wednesday we had chinese food, Thursday we made BLTs and sweet potato fries (which I don't really count as cooking), and last night we had Chipotle (because I wasn't sure what my mouth could handle -- more on that in a second). I could wax poetic about how I don't know what happened, or cry about being frustrated, but there's really nothing I can say that makes sense here except that we got lazy and we'll do better this coming week.
Yesterday, as you probably saw on Facebook, I had a dental appointment. I was supposed to be getting a root canal for the tooth that broke on my honeymoon and I was preeeeeetty freakin' nervous about it. I'd never had one before and I had no idea what to expect. The dental assistant in the office swore that it wouldn't really hurt, especially since I wasn't already in pain, and I tried to believe her, but then I kept hearing and reading stories about people being in excruciating pain afterward. To top it off, my 15 year old niece had a root canal on Wednesday and based on her Facebook statuses, she wasn't feeling particularly great herself. I was a little bit of a wreck. But, I sucked it up and went, and lo and behold, I didn't actually need the root canal. The dentist started filing away (*shudder*) at the decay that was there and it didn't go down as far as he thought -- it hadn't reached my nerve, so there was no point in doing the root canal. However, he had just filed away a part of my tooth (in addition to the part that had already broken off), so he decided to go straight for the crown... the dental crown, that is. Forty-five minutes later, I became the proud (and sore) owner of a temporary crown... I go back in about a month for the permanent one... and a few fillings that I didn't know I needed. (The other dentist in the office, who I had initially seen, suggested that the few cavities I had were very small and not deep enough to fill yet so he was going to try to get them to heal themselves with fluoride... I've been using a fluoride mouthwash every day to try to get that to happen. That dentist has since retired, so the other dentist is taking over and apparently has a different idea. Bleh.). Now I get to spend the next month panicking about how bad THAT is going to hurt. :-\
Anyway, yesterday when I got home, I was okay for a little while because I was still mostly numb, but around 4:30 I went to CVS to fill the prescription for prescription-strength Aleve (essentially) and it started to hurt so bad I couldn't stand the thought of standing around for 20 minutes to wait for it to be filled. I came home, and Derek picked it up on his way home from work. I took a handful of ibuprofen in the meantime and didn't really get any relief until about 8:30ish. BOO. Dinner, as a result, was a tough call... and I opted for something I could take small bites of that was pretty soft -- a meatless burrito bowl from Chipotle. I couldn't get through it all, but I did get enough to not make me hate life and my stomach. I laid low for the rest of the evening, and I did manage to sleep okay, even after the ibuprofen wore off, so I guess that's a good thing. I'm still at a dull roar this morning but I'm about to take my first dose of the prescription so we'll see how that goes!
Aside from that, that's all I've got this week. No weight-loss revelations, just the usual renewed motivation to start over and do it better.
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