Not a good day yesterday. MRI was a horrible experience, and I'm still getting over it. Okay, deep breath. Here's my accounting:
-couple strips of bacon
MRI at 8:30. Major traumatic event - claustrophobic - anxiety attack - heart palpitations. Total freak-out. If Tween hadn't been with me, I wouldn't have been able to get back to the car. Have you ever had one? It's like being in a white coffin, especially for a fat gal like me. Couldn't move my arms, and not just because my shoulder was being shot, but because I had no room to move! The top of the coffin was only a half inch or so from the tip of my nose. It took over an hour, and I have to unequivocably say ... NEVER AGAIN! Because I had promised my Tween, we stopped by the hospital cafeteria to get an apple, then on the way home, stopped by Whole Foods (health food store) to get some protein drinks and gluten-free chocolate chip cookies. Nothing made it home except for the artichoke and red onion hummus.
-4 gf chocolate chip cookies
-another protein drink
-tortilla chips with cheese, grilled chicken and bacon on them, microwaved
-decaf instant tea
-handful dark chocolate M&Ms
-whole "family" walked around the block
-does a major freak-out count? No? Especially if accompanied by a binge. Well... poop.
-No sodas? Check
-Eat out/Order in Only Once Per Week: Check
Notes: I can only say that this posting of yesterday's accounts was delayed because I still felt completely freaked out. Couldn't lay on my back last night because it reminded me of the MRI coffin I was in. And I binge on chocolate and whatever else I can grab when I have anxiety attacks. Wonder how many pounds I put on yesterday?
We're going to eat out tonight. I'll stick with the gluten-free but I'm eatin' lots of it! Village Inn, probably!
Will try to do pix of dogs/family this weekend.
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...