I wonder why I still try to eat anymore...
I got up at ten to seven this morning so that we could all have a hot breakfast. I made sausages, oatmeal, and grits. Everyone got some sausage and coffee. I served the kids (Which sounds like I was doing the subservient mom thing when they're teens and fully capable of doing for themselves, but really it helps keep the sanity if I do it myself.) and I sat down with my coffee and my few sausages.
The main reason I made sausages was so that I had something to eat because drinking coffee without eating makes my abdomen hurt worse. I'm trying to do right with whatever this is going on. Three sausages in and I found myself trying to keep it down. Why do I bother anymore? The things I can I eat without nausea make me fill me up before I get enough. and everything else well... I have to struggle to keep it down.
A lady at church gave me a pair of size 20 pants because she had them sitting in her closet and I needed a pair of black pants. Three weeks ago maybe four, they were so tight I could barely breathe in them and sitting down was so not happening... the last time I tried them on last week, I had to keep pulling them up. Either they stretched or I'm shrinking. And not shrinking at a healthy rate either.
I normally fluctuate between size 24 and size 22 jeans. 24 close to my period when I bloaty and 22 on a normal day. The 24's? Forget it. I can't even begin to try and put on anymore and I need a belt to keep the 22's up.
I need the doctor to figure out what's going on. I'm not used to losing weight like this. Any, you know what? I don't know where I'm losing it from because it damn sure isn't my Stomach...
Okay, time to go do hair. Happy Sunday.
I'm in the nursery so it's an easy Sunday for me.
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