Seven Days

Bloodwork came back two weeks ago.  I'm sorry for neglecting you, poor little unused/unread blog. I don't have high enough markers or whatever for this to be either. Instead, it's that third option; just a trick I did for fun. Laparoscopy for my fun trick is scheduled for next Wednesday. I'm quite frightened. Depending on your scale of measurement, I'm ten to twenty pounds overweight. This cannot help with the surgery, I'm sure.   

I joined WeightWatchers on Sunday, which is far too late to be effective for this surgery, but should help if (god forbid) something more serious should come of this. I want to be a svelte cancer survivor.  Should it come to that.  Which it won't.  Everything's good forever!

I'm trying to do this positive thinking thing I've heard so much about, which would work beter if I wasn't also trying to curb my comfort-eating habit.  The combination has made me one cranky girl.  PMS isn't helping that either, and I can't have anything for that (I think) because I'm not to have any anti-inflammatory medication... I think.  I need to do more research. 

So.  I'm scared, my tummy hurts for a couple of different reasons, trying to exercise more.  The more I exercise, the more WeightWatchers let me eat.  Damn trickery.