Hallelujah

Holy crap!

I pulled up Blogger with the full intention of moaning and bitching about my weight, but then I looked at my weight tracker and about died. Going by morning weights, between April 24 and April 30 I lost four pounds. Four pounds in a week. A week! That's amazing! I mean, granted I'm still fat, but I'm more than willing to take that kind of progress! Plus I'm below 200, and far enough below that a single mess-up day shouldn't send me back above that. Which is nice, that I've got a little cushioning there.

But yeah. Four pounds. I'm so happy! :D

If I keep losing at this rate I'll be down to my goal weight by the end of August. I'd be skinny for Senior year. :D Lol. Ok, that won't actually happen, but it's a lovely thought.

Let's see, what's new... C2 finished Behind The Wheel (a six hour class where a person with a learner's permit drives around all willy-nilly with an instructor. You have to pass to get your driver's license), so once his birthday rolls around the two of us are going to go get our licenses together. *awwww* I'm 17 and still only have my permit. Pathetic, I know, but they wouldn't let me leave the hospital to take the test the day I had it scheduled. Picky, picky...

C3 is doing well. She had her first big fight with her friends this weekend. That was a chore to deal with. I'd forgotten how dumb all of the girl drama is in elementary school. It all started over some sleepover, but by the end the four girls were being nasty to each other so I took C3's iPod away and sent the leader an angry big sister message. Lol. It was actually really stupid, but the kid had met me before and is afraid of me, so it all worked out. :P

C4 is the same as always. Constantly eating, growing like a weed, being a goofball and fighting with C3. She's five now. My baby is growing up! *sob*

Speaking of baby, did ya'll know that the World Wide Web went public on this day twenty years ago? Makes me feel old. Anyhoo.

C5 is walking, and sort of talking. He says bye-bye when we leave, and he recognizes the words mom and dad and calls them by that. He also usually says hi, but I don't think he knows what it means. Gods, that kid is so fucking cute it's not fair. 

Stepmom (I think she was Miss A... I dunno. These initial pseudonyms are kinda dumb.) applied for a job at the store she works for in a neighboring city. She has to be department manager in at least two stores before becoming store manager, so there's that. I can't really see her being a manager though. She's... I dunno. It's not that she's a pushover, but she's very shy. Bad at confrontation and all that. Meh. Whatever.

Dad is still Dad. Nothing new there. Ditto for Mom, although she's pretty happy that the baseball season's started. She's a fanatic. :P

I don't remember if I ever said anything about Gramma on here. Dad's mom. When we lived with her she was verbally abusive, and occasionally physically abusive. That pretty much stopped once we moved out, but she still gets nasty sometimes when she's mad. But anyway, over the last few months she's been... nice. It's good, don't get me wrong, but a little weird. My first night back from the hospital was the last time she really went off the deep end, when she had us over for dinner. She kicked my brother out of her house. It was awkward. But that led to me freaking out and yelling and crying at Mom's house (so embarrassing). I think she might've told Dad and he talked to Gramma about it, cause she's been different since then. I dunno. (I'm sorry, I'm saying that a lot today.) Yeah. The lot of us were all over at her house Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, but it all went smoothly. I'm glad. :) (This is the gramma who got me the hair gift certificate, if anyone was wondering.)

Ugh. The slews outside of town are melting, and the whole fucking town reeks. It's disgusting. Mom lives right next to them so I could smell it last night, but it wasn't bad as long as the windows were closed and everything. Now everything and everyone smells like shit and rotting grass, even the school. So gross. 

Group therapy tonight, and then I'll be going through all of my clothes for the rummage sale. I'm using it as a sort of Thinspo opportunity too, trying on everything I own to see what fits and what I need to lose weight to look good in. There's no mirror but I can see what fits. It's inspiring and depressing actually, because I have all of these beautiful clothes that I can't wear cause I'm fat. DX But I can change that, so that's the goal. That's my hope. 

If I have time tonight I'll take my measurements and calculate out my BMI and goals and such. 

My friend M and another gal in my art class that I'm sort of friends with quit their jobs at the local Dairy Queen. I'm so proud of them! Both of them got minimum wage (understandable, since they're teenagers) and pulled long shifts, and the manager was a complete moron (as determined by everyone and their gramma, not just me). Plus the place was always a mess and understaffed, and they received next-to-no training. It just. Ugh. DQ is the place you apply to when all other jobs are filled and you're absolutely desperate, because everyone knows that it's a bottom-of-the-barrel job. It's a shit job. I would never work there. 

Not to say that all DQ's are bad, or that there's anything wrong with being employed there. Just that the one in my town is dumb.

But anyway, they both applied to Subway and got the job, which is awesome for them. I'm thinking about applying too. One of the employees is leaving this summer so there'll be that spot. The only difficulties would be therapy and my hair. Ya know, what with it being unnatural colors and all. The starting wage is way lower than what I'm used to, but apparently it's not too bad for a food service position. And they get free sandwiches too. :D

Lunch today was a veggie sub, actually, which ended up being a ridiculous 420 calories. Apparently ranch dressing has 60 more calories than low-fat mayo, but whatever. Now I know. Sigh. 

My calories total for the day is 677, with net 348. Not great, but not bad. Hopefully I can get a walk in tonight, and since stepmom works late we'll probably have leftovers (easier to fake eating).