Since getting back from Mexico, I have been so sick. I’m pretty sure it’s because I slipped up and brushed my teeth with tap water once. Ugh. It’s getting slowly better. I’m trying to decide if it’s worth a trip to the doctor. It’s definitely interfering with my running, which sucks because the half-marathon is like 11 days away.
I’m so not ready to run 13.1 miles. The farthest I’ve gone is 10. I know I can do it, but will I do it as fast as I’d like? I’m crazy nervous about it.
I bought a pair of leggings today (my first pair ever) while I was at Target, and holy shit these things are comfy.
I also bought a scale today. It’s not pretty, but I’ve caught it early, and only need to lose about 10 pounds. Or maybe just 5 pounds…I don’t really know. It’s hard to figure out what is a realistic weight that I can actually maintain without giving up all the stuff I enjoy.
I’m way over Tamoxifen.
People I know on Facebook are seriously pissing me off with their astounding ignorance. I need to just avoid it until the government shutdown/Obamacare nonsense is over.
If somebody sends me one of those FB messages all about changing my status to something stupid like listing the color of my bra to promote breast cancer awareness, I’M GOING TO FLIP MY SHIT. DON’T EVEN GO THERE WITH ME…I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.
I’m feeling quite rage-y about breast cancer this week. I know it is because it has almost been a year since my diagnosis. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, and I imagine it will be on my mind a lot for the next few months. October 2012 was the start of a year of hell for me, and came on the heels of the great separation/divorce drama of 2012. Fuck 2012. So fucking hard.
Divorce is pissing me off this week too, but I won’t go there.