My birthday cupcakes are gone. This makes me very sad.
My knitting project is coming along slowly. I find I'm only doing it when I watch tv, and I haven't been watching very much tv lately. Last week I only watched Lost and let's be honest, you can't look at your knitting and watch that at the same time.
I'm still doing the 30 Day Shred and I almost fucking hate Jillian. I "Anita" the whole thing. Fucking plank poses kill me and now have a shoulder injury. So back to level one for me. Fucking plank poses. Christ.
However, my pants are falling off and as of yesterday have lost four pounds after doing it for 20 days (not including the 3 pounds I gained-and-lost, Aaron called it "muscle weight"). Except for my birthday cupcakes, I've been eating a lower-fat, higher-fiber diet.
Between yesterday and today I've lost five pounds of water weight. I went to the doctor last week about retesting my vitamin D levels (which we had determined I had super-low levels in November and put me on a once-a-week-pill) and mentioned to her about my legs.
A few weeks ago I had a massage and the massage therapist said I had a lot of water retention in my legs. Like, pounds and pounds of it.
I just thought my legs were fat.
So, anyway, my doctor looks at my legs and freaks. And prescribes a diuretic (holy shit, I spelled that right on the first try) for a month. A month. And yesterday, as my first day, I had to take two.
Y'all. I was peeing every 15 minutes.
When asked why my legs had so much water retention my doctor replied that my veins were lazy. I HAVE LAZY VEINS, official doctor diagnosis.
Lazy veins that don't want to DO THEIR JOB and push the fluid up to my torso to be filtered out so hey, let's just have a pool party in Laura's legs. THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.
And just to reiterate how much I could make some post titles be guitar rhythms: