Well, I said I wanted to keep my 25# clippie, and I did. I gained 1/4 pound this week. I'm taking the cream puff, this weekend, and TOM into account. I'm happy with this weigh in.
This weekendwas rough. I worked a double shift on Friday. We had a potluck for our unit secretary. She retired after 33 years. Personally, I think she deserves a medal, not a pot luck. I did pretty well. No one told me about the potluck, so I didn't come prrepared. I did have quite a few cashews, probably 1/2-3/4 cup. Hey, few is a relative term. It definately put me over my carb count, but they were a better choice than any of the other things there. By midnight the unit was crazy! I ran my butt off. We had 4 admissions and 3 codes in a 3 hour period. 2 out of three made it, by the way, (I actually do work at a very good hospital, despite how this sounds) This time of year is just horrible at work. Needless to I didn't get my night break, my exercise, or anything to eat or drink for about 5 hours. Oh well, those cashews that I ate a 7pm meant I wasn't starving, just hungry. I ate my salad and cheese at 6am. When I got home, I said hello to my DD then tumbled into bed. After 3 hours of sleep, (nowhere near enough) DH wakes me up. DD was with evil MIL for the morning. She fed her cookies made with butter. DD has a milk allergy. She was having an asthma attack and covered with hives. Now, I love my DH, but he is NOT good in an emergency. An epipen, benedryl, breathing treatment later, we were all sitting in the ER. I'm still in my pjs. Thank god they were my good ones. I did get some odd looks. Here I am with snowman pjs, in the er at 2pm. Oh well. DD is fine and home. I just have to give her breating treatments every 4 hours for the next 3 days. No sleep for me. Obviously, I didn't go to work yesterday.
Usually, I would have eaten my way through this type of stressor. Not this time! In fact, I didn't eat enough. I had lots of water, some cheese, a salad, and a cheeseburger (hold the bun) yesterday. I'm making progress.
The real test will be today. Sundays are bad for me. I told DD we could make Christmas cookies today. I made the dough last might. We'll make them after lunch, so I'm already full. I will be strong!
If you read this post, Thank you for letting me rant. I'll check in on the other journals later tonight.
Beth
Wow, I did a post without smilies.