Walking Back to Gloominess

Blood was 5.2 this morning - not sure if I missed it but it was 6.1 yesterday too.

Something occurred to me while I was glued to the toilet, relishing the joy of having my Zenical supply renewed.

When I first did the Maggie's Night Hike...I was about 17 stone.

Early in this year, when I was near 15 stone, I was cavalier in my statements - "Oh, who knows how Disappeared I'll be by the time I do the Night Hike this year in September..."

Yyyyeah - with the bounce-back I'm currently experiencing, I'll probably be back to about 17 stone at this rate! So this'll be me trudging 20 miles of stone-kicking misery.

Bugger, bugger, bugger...should be four whole stone lighter than this by now. Have BEEN two stone lighter...Rassen-frassen bastard bounce-back sonsofbitches fuck!

S'kinda touch and go in our flat at the minute, cos d is starting, finally, to increase her diabetic medication to something like what it should be...given that having breakfast now kicks her ass by mid-afternoon, and she ends up nearly zonking and drooling on her computer. The downside of the meds increase is that if I'm not running to the bathroom in a Zenical-driven fury, she's running to the bathroom, as the diabetic meds have a similar - though notably less orange - effect on her. We're kinda doing laps up and down the stairs at the moment. I just got back, she leapt up off the couch.
"Ohgodohgodohgoddygodgod..."
"Enjoy honey!" I called as she disappeared in a flurry of very fast, very small steps.

Can't believe I'm looking at the business end of 17 stone again. That sucks. That just freakin' sucks...