Purpura claims that her real friends are on Live Journal, so I guess I need to protect my status and post something.

I, of course, watched "18 Kids and Counting" last night and was amazed how poor Anna felt the need to get pregnant immediately. Now she is, and I really feel for her. Her asshat of a husband (Who had looked at the results of the pregnancy test) decided to tell her the news in front of a cameraman. When she was only about 6-8 weeks along. Not too smart.

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Current Location: Study
Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: Laurie Berkner in my head

I am procrastinating doing everything today. I need to exercise. Also, I have a crush on Benjamin Linus, the villain from "Lost." Creepy.

I forced myself to get on the scale today expecting to see it be somewhere around 160. It wasn't. It was 143. Seriously. Do I have a tumor? If so, can it get me down another 20 lbs.?

CH and I have started the Shangri-la Diet. It sounds like the weirdest thing ever. The concept is that if you eat flavorless things, your body lowers its set point and you lose weight. So basically, within a two hour window of not eating anything (including brushing your teeth), you drink 2-4 tbsps. of extra light olive oil. (Mixed with water, it's not bad.) I thought this was total bullshit, but CH begged me to do it with him. So far, he's lost 2 lbs. I finally saw that it totally took away my appetite at night. (we went to Mc Donald's and I didn't order anything. I ate one of CH's McNuggets and that was it. (Then I ate crap at book club, but whatever.) So basically, you're taking in more calories, but it gets you to where you don't want to eat other stuff, so your general eating goes down. It's easy. You don't have to cut anything and my urge to snack during the day has diminished. We'll see if it works.

How can I keep a 12 month old entertained for about 13 hours a day?

Andrew woke me up this morning at around 5:00. He felt hot and I took him downstairs to give him Tylenol. When I was about to put him back in the crib I noticed that he had puked in it. I put him in bed with CH (never a great idea--Andrew can't handle it and climbs everywhere), soaked the sheets, changed them and put Andrew back to bed.

In the afternoon he seemed better so we decided to take an outing to a local botanical garden. Beautiful. Andrew walked around some and seemed totally happy until we put him back in the stroller and he puked EVERYWHERE. We took off his shirt and CH soaked it in the lake. CH then thought that since Andrew seemed okay we shouldn't immediately go home. So I was all, "Dude--he is covered in vomit--would you want to hang around in that? Also, his shirt is off and we have no sunblock with us, which is very dangerous for him." CH still acted like an ass about going home. (Fine, sweetie, I'll defer to you as always). Ass.

So while I took the stroller apart to disinfect it, CH took Andrew upstairs for a bath. Andrew LOVES getting a bath so I was surprised o hear him wailing. Turns out CH left the water running for the entire bath and Andrew turned the shower on by accident and got scared. Where's the common sense?

No matter what size I wear or how much I weigh, I will always feel fat. It's a problem.

I must be ovulating or something because I was thinking about how it must be time to get pregnant again. There is n way I'm ready for that yet. My body needs to stop fucking with me.

I took Andrew to the pediatrician for his 12 month checkup today. He is 24 lbs., 30 inches and was having fun roaming around the office in his diaper throwing paper. The doctor said that "developmentally, he is outstanding." That was really good to hear.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW!!!!!!

I am tired. Also having anxiety attacks. Not good.