I woke up this morning from a weird dream. In this dream, I had gone to Drazil's blog and left a comment that was beyond strange, because I couldn't get anything in my brain into written format, but thought it was so hilarious that I posted my response anyway. Guess what? It wasn't a dream! That is the direct repurcussion of taking your Ambien and thinking you had 20 minutes until it kicked in, so you could run around and do things for 15 minutes. NOT! Draz, I am so so so so sorry! I will try to remember what I was trying to say. Probably something deep and important. Please forgive me and I will try to only take my sleeping med as I'm turning off my bedside lamp. Sorry.
So, this isn't as exciting anymore... but I'm at 173 this morning. Has anyone had a plateau last longer than six weeks? Tell me if you have, because if I don't get a response, I'm awarding myself the "longest plateau" award. I've decided that I might actually try to lose more weight, so my daughter and I can share clothes after her baby is born (yes, she is currently 10 months pregnant and was at zero and zero yesterday afternoon). Our builds are quite different, but despite, or because of that, I think we'll be able to share clothes. She's starting to see one real benefit in that... lots of shopping!!!
So, hooray 173. And Drazil... thanks for putting up with my antics. I'm so embarrassed... it's not as funny this morning as I thought it was last night. Well, maybe it's a little comical. I promise I'm not (that) crazy or on any other drugs (unless you count occasional wine). Ok, I'm going to try to attempt my Wednesday here... ugh.