a Christmas gift I didn't want

This past Friday was a wreck of a day. I tripped a breaker in the apartment, but I thought it was a larger issue and snapped at my guy, and at the apartment people. I got yelled at by one of the shareholders. I was worrying over something important I needed to discuss with my guy, but couldn't quite decide on the best way to bring it up. All in all, just a craptacular kind of a day.

So when I turned to a girl friend for some empathy and advice, I wasn't expecting it to turn into a giant misunderstanding and a fight. But it did, and it kept getting worse until I finally had to tell her I was just going to stop responding to her messages because I was apparently just saying the wrong things. I guess that was the wrong thing to say too, since the gist of her last message was that in her eyes, our friendship has gone full circle and we're once again enemies, and now I'm free to talk all the shit about her I want.

I'm not really sure what exactly happened, to be honest. I know it was a misunderstanding, thats pretty damn obvious. I tried to apologize twice, but I don't get why she's not accepting or really believing the apology. Its almost as if she's never truly believed I was her friend, despite all the times I've been there for her. Its a slap in the face, and I have absolutely no idea what to do or even say. Whats the point of another apology, when she won't accept the first 2? What would I even be apologizing for at this point? Things she's imagining? I don't believe I wronged her as badly as she says I did, because she interpreted what I wrote to be something I did not intend it to be.

I guess what makes me feel the worst is that I'm feeling so unmotivated to actually DO something about fixing this friendship, like maybe I was looking for a way out all along. I love this girl, but she can be a hard girl to get along with. Moody, overly sensitive, demanding, plus she fights with her man in front of me all the time and its so uncomfortable. All the same, she's fucking hilarious, a good listener, generous, and thoughtful. Its not the first time I've lost a friend, but its definitely the first time I've lost one right before Christmas.

Thanks Santa, I appreciate it.

Dear God its EVERYWHERE!!!!!

So I finally said "Self, you need to cut the bullshit and quit drinking coffee again. Its got caffeine and you put a TON of sugar in it, so just stop it already. I know its cold outside and you are a sucker for hot drinks when its like that, but I think its best if you switch to hot tea mmkay?" And I grumbled a lot and was sad about giving up that delicious silkiness that is coffee creamer, but I know my rational self is right so on Monday I made a nice steaming cup of Earl Gray instead. Did the same thing today, but the bad news is that I used the last Keurig thingy so I pulled out a different kind of tea for tomorrow, Green Tea.

Right as I was leaving the breakroom something on the package caught my eye and I leaned in for a closer look.

THIS PRODUCT CONTAINS CAFFEINE.

Fucking perfect.

*rolls eyes, continues drinking tea*

ARRGGHHH!!!! THE SCHEDULES!!!!

Dammit all to hell! Ever since I heard I can't take my BC and Topamax at the same time its been one heck of a transition trying to figure out a new schedule for spreading out the time between taking the two pills *angry face*

The pharmacist said put like 6-7 hours between the pills, but fuck thats a lot of time to forget to take the next pill ya know? So lets see, I take the first Topamax around 8:30am, which means I should take my BC around 2pm or 3pm but by then I'm usually busy with work so I forget (of course). I get home around 5pm, and it will hit me around 6pm that I forgot to take the BC so I'll be like "OH FUCK!", and run to my pill cabinet but I go to bed at 10pm every night which means that I'm only putting about 4 hours between the BC and the last two Topamax pills, which causes me to worry about how effective the BC is going to be. OY, talk about some stress. Here's a nice photo illustration with some sex appeal....cuz you know I'm sexy :p

ugh, the holiday financial crush is upon me..fa la la la la

'Tis the season again...to be flat broke and hyperventilating about how the hell I'm going to buy gifts for all my loved ones that don't come from the half-price bin from the Dollar Tree store. *GROAN*

With all the medical bills I had to deal with this year (the goddamn Imitrex was $200 a pack every time!!), I'm flat broke. FLAT BROKE. It's beyond depressing and incredibly stressing, so much so that I've worked myself into 2 migraines this week. Oy, calm down girl.

Honestly, the presents will work themselves out. The biggest reason I'm stressing is because after this month is over, I have to go back to paying for all my meds again. See, I'm on an Health Savings Account insurance plan because it had a really low deductible and once that deductible was met, the insurance would pay for everything 100%. Well, thanks to my stint in the hospital earlier this year, I've been getting prescriptions and doctor's visits free since beginning of October. Its been a TREMENDOUS help in getting my credit card debt paid down, although I still have a ways to go (the reason it was so high in the first place is because the prescriptions I need are so damn expensive). But that deductible is only good for the calendar year, so as soon as the clock turns 12am on Jan 1, 2009, the insurance resets itself and I'm shit out of luck until I spend another $3K of my own money again.

Do you know how much I spend per month on prescriptions? About $450. I get home from the pharmacy and I cry because its so frustrating to keep piling on the debt on my credit card. There are no generic brands for my 'scrips (figures) and I can't not take them because then I'm hurting and unable to function normally. I get reimbursed for the money I spend, but it takes about a month to get the money and if you make one mistake on the paperwork it can take even longer.

Its just....shitty, man

The Healing Power of Water

Hey everybody, give me a big round of applause! I haven't been drinking my necessary 80oz's of water for the past week and as a result, have given myself a migraine everyday for the past 5 days!

Thank you, thank you! I couldn't have done it without my extreme laziness, my constant forgetting my water cup at work and at home, and especially not without my desperate need to drink coffee when its cold outside.

/end sarcasm.

WARNING: this post contains talk about poo

Dear God in Heaven, what I'd give to be regular right about now! I think its been a good 10 days since I've had a nice solid poo come out of me. Yeah, its a gross topic but hell, its a necessary thing to do everyday. Everybody's gotta poo, and when you don't you get gassy, cramps, irritable, acne, bloated, and just an overall feeling of ickiness.

Part of the problem is my diet, I'll admit it. I don't eat very well; I'm a junk food junkie and have one hell of a time remembering that I'm supposed to eat veggies and fruit, although I don't hate them (unlike my boyfriend, good god you should have seen the performance he put on when i tried to get him to eat peas!). The bigger problem, however, is the Verapamil I take for the migraines. One side effect is constipation and there are times, like right now for instance, where it is just too damn much to handle.

I am miserable :(

Its not so much the fact that I'm not going #2 regularly, as much as it is that this is such an embarrassing problem and one that I am ashamed to tell my boyfriend about. This past Friday was probably the worst day thus far in the Constipation Saga; in an effort to FORCE it all out of me, I drank a cup of this tea my acupuncturist gave me thats supposed to get things moving PLUS two cups of strong coffee but it didn't do much until the very end of the day. All of a sudden, things were screaming to get out of me. I was cramping so bad I was literally running to the bathroom, and thank goodness nobody else was in there to hear what went on. Lets just say it wasn't pretty, and it left me really upset and in a lot of pain still. I knew me and my guy had plans to go to the movies later that night, and when I left work that day I was praying he hadn't gone to pick up the tickets early as I was no longer in the mood for a movie. No such luck. I've never been so bummed about a sweet gesture in my life. I actually went and locked myself in the bathroom and cried, thinking about how I was gonna make it through this movie without embarrassing myself in front of my perfect boyfriend, who in two years of being together has yet to even accidentally fart in front of me.

I dunno, I guess the real REAL problem leads back to the migraines in the first place, because if I didn't have the migraines I wouldn't be taking the Verapamil, and if I wasn't taking the Verapamil I wouldn't be so fiercely constipated right now, and if I wasn't so fiercely constipated I wouldn't be so nervous to be around my boyfriend. Maybe its stupid in the first place to be so worried about appearances at this point, considering that we live together, but I'm so not used to being in the position I feel that I'm in sometimes in this relationship. Don't get me wrong, in no way does my guy make me feel like I do; I do it all to myself 100%. But honestly, sometimes I feel as though I'm the "weak" one, I'm the "gross" one, I'm the "loser", all because of medical and health issues. The migraine problems make me feel weak, the side effects from the pills can make me feel gross, and the both of them combined can make me feel like a HUGE loser.

this is some information that would have been useful to me YESTERDAY!!!

Well, the roadtrip was hilarious, the wedding was fabulous, the bride was beautiful, the groom cried (which made me cry a little too!), the weather was a bit chilly, my boyfriend was dashingly handsome in his tux, and best of all, I didn't trip walking up the aisle and make an ass out of myself! :) Here's me and my guy looking amazing together:

I was pretty relieved that the guys who rode with us got laid at the wedding (well, not literally but you know what I mean), bc its pretty much all they talked about on the way down there and I would have hated to hear all the bitching on the way back had it NOT happened lol. I was nervous about meeting my guy's whole family for the first time but everyone was really warm and welcoming, not to mention more focused on the wedding rather than anything else so WHEW! And thank goodness I only had to endure a few comments of "soooo....when are you two getting married? Hehehe!" I'm still at that stage in life where its an almost knee-jerk reaction to scream "NEVER!!!" and run in the opposite direction when I'm asked that question, but I'm working on a more diplomatic response, I swear.

Anyhoo, I got a rather nasty surprise the other day when I went to go pick up some pills at the pharmacy. For some retarded reason, my insurance wouldn't refill my birth control until Monday even though I ran out of it on Saturday. I had tried to pick up the refill before we left on the trip so I wouldn't miss any pills since I take them continuously, meaning I skip the sugar pills and go straight into a new pack. I've explained this to the insurance before, and so has my doctor, but this time I was just like "Fuck it" and said that I would be back on Monday to get them. When I did go back, there was a new pharmacist I hadn't seen before and I guess he pays more attention to what he's doling out to people because the girl ringing me up had to bring him up to talk to me for a second. Apparently, neither of my doctors and none of the other pharmacists thought it all that important to let me know that I should NOT take my birth control at the same time as I take my Topamax, as the Topamax decreases the effectiveness of the Pill. Let me just add that I've been taking both these pills at the same time for the past, oh I don't know, about 2-3 months.

I pretty much looked just like this when the pharmacist dropped that bomb on me:

I mean, REALLY! How the fuck does that kind of information just slip on by for so long?! Granted, I should have read the information packet that came with the Topamax more closely but thats some pretty damn serious stuff right there. I'm putting a lot of trust in these doctors and pharmacists to give me as much knowledge as possible about these meds, and then its like "Oops, we forgot to tell you that this medication may cause your birth control to completely fail; SOWEE!!!" Ugh! I HIGHLY doubt I'm preggers but I'm a worrier to the extreme so I'm going to pickup a pregnancy test today at lunch just to make sure. How embarrassing if I were to be one of those women who has no idea she's knocked up until she's giving birth.

I kinda want to call and yell at my doctors, but honestly I just don't have the energy to. I don't really like my gyno all that much to begin with, and as of late have been seriously thinking of switching my well-woman care over to a midwife center. I could call my neurologist and complain, but I think the Topamax is really starting to do its thing and I'm not to keen on stopping it right now only to have to start something else, ya know? The pharmacist said to just space out the time between the pills, so now I have to start taking my BC at like 2pm which is pretty weird. I might talk to the gyno anyways and see if there's another kind of BC I could get on that wouldn't be such a pain in the ass.

God, what a bitch it is to have to rearrange so many things all because of these stupid ass migraines.

oh shit i broke a nail!

No, really. I did. Well, not all the way but I can see the crack starting and I desperately need these babies to last me until the end of this Saturday. After that, I really don't care if they all break off. Ok, thats a lie, I do care lol.

I have to admit, I'm in a FABULOUS mood this morning :) This past week has yielded only 2 migraines and any time that happens it makes me a very happy lady! People here at work ask me everyday how I'm feeling and its kinda funny (and slightly annoying) how they seem to think the migraines are due to only one thing or another. In reality, controlling them has to do with a large number of variables working together: acupuncture, diet, exercise, sleep, stress level, muscle tension, pills, etc. This past week, everything was working together harmoniously and I'm very thankful for it.

This weekend was hella busy, and I was pretty nervous about getting migraines (yes, plural) on Saturday. I had a TON of errands and homework to do before heading out that night for my boyfriend's sister's bachelorette party that night. Usually when things are that hectic, my brain is 7 steps ahead of my body, and I'm very easily overwhelmed by a situation which often leads to a stress migraine. Its not uncommon to find myself turning the radio down and giving myself a quick reality check to calm down and focus on one thing at a time.

One thing thats a big stress though about going out these days is the pressure of social drinking. I've never really been a big drinker; I kinda got more into it for a while after I turned 21, but I never truly acquired a taste for alcohol. When we'd go out to bars and clubs though, of course I'd have drinks and shots. It makes the night more fun, it helps you fit in with everybody else, and if the DJ sucks it makes the music selection way more tolerable. The last time I had a drink/got drunk was back in August when my boyfriend and I were on vacation in Vegas. I had a great time of course, and we had some spectacular drunk sex, but the resulting hangover and migraine were just not worth it in my opinion. I was so miserable that I had to spend the entire last day of our vacation in bed. Even so, Saturday night was really really hard on me; I don't think I've ever wanted a drink so badly in my whole life. Surrounded by 15 girls, drunk off their asses and having the time of their lives, I felt like a desperate recovering alcoholic. I must have turned down 4 or 5 offers for drinks in that first hour alone. Have you ever tried having fun at a club when you're not drunk? SNOOZEFEST! LOL! j/k ;)

Instead, I turned to Redbulls partially to give me energy to dance and have a good time, but also to give me something to hold and drink besides water so I didn't look like such a loser. Remember what I said though about Topamax changing my tastebuds?

See that green part back there labeled "bitter"? That, my friends, is where I taste ALL carbonated beverages now. Every. Single. Last. One of them. And its not just that they're bitter tasting, they're also very dry too. And crumbly. Does that make sense? Have you ever washed a sweater so many times that the fabric starts to pill up, so you get these little balls of fluff all over that you find yourself picking off anytime you wear it? Okay, well imagine drinking something thats made up of bitter, dry, little balls of fluff, and thats what those Redbulls tasted like to me all night. I think I drank 3 of them lol. They certainly helped keep the pep up all night, but I'm no longer used to drinking them so when we finally left the club my whole face was vibrating from all the energy boosting crap in them.



I did have a great time though, and it was HILARIOUS to be sober and see how many girls drink themselves sick at clubs. Its something I never noticed when I was drunk myself, probably because I was one of the sick girls too. The downside though is you really start to notice how rank the bathroom smells around 1am. I should have peed before we left the club, but I just couldn't force myself to go back in there. Ladies, for the love of god, educate yourself on how alcohol is metabolized in your systems! You can't drink as much as the guys can, so just get over it already. Anyhoo, I'm waiting on some pics of Saturday night to be sent to me so as soon as I get those, I'll post them up. This week is, hopefully, going to be a quick week since we leave Friday morning to drive to Corpus for this wedding. Yay for roadtrips!

Barooo! Halloween is over :(

Ew, its Monday again.

This weekend was half awesome, half not so awesome. Friday, as you know, I had that migraine but it went away with a pill and a lunchtime nap. After all that ish, I was one of the people at work who won in the costume contest so I scored a $50 gc to Target. Sweeeeeet! I was a soccer player from Hell:

Free money in my pocket feels like fire, so of course I had to spend that gc right away lol! I bought this silly kitty jungle gym for Tinka thats got three tiers of fun to it, and the 8th season of The Simpsons because its got one of my favorite Treehouses of Horror on it (you know, the one where Lisa does that Science Fair project growing mold and she accidentally creates life when she zaps the petri dish with static electricity? yeah, i freakin LOVE that one!).

Anyhoo, I woke up Saturday morning feeling pretty fuzzy-headed, which is never a good sign. Yes, it was because I hung out with MJ the night before and yes, I do realize now that I need to tell her to go home at least a few hours before I hit the sack at night. I went to acupuncture and also realized that I hadn't had any treatment for migraines in about three weeks, and that probably had a lot to do with all the bs from last week so I won't be skipping out on any appointments from now on. The doc said that its important to keep coming even when you feel better because it just makes sure that the energies are continuing to flow the way they should be. Makes sense, and when I stood up after the acupunture and acupressure I did feel a lot of tension and pressure trickle out of my neck and sinuses. I always feel like such a goob when the doctor is right.

Even with the acupunture appointment, the migraine didn't completely dissipate and I did wind up having to take yet another Imitrex later on in the day. I was pretty upset about it, but what else could I do? I lead a pretty busy life, and I can't always stop to lie down, pull the shades, take a nap, etc. etc. etc. everytime a migraine hits. Mostly what I was upset about was the number of Imitrex I'd already taken that week, bc its dangerous to start down the path of rebound headaches. Rebound headaches are what landed me in the hospital a couple months ago, and its really not something I'm wanting to do again anytime soon. The Imitrex did its thing, and I was able to get some good rest and relaxation in before heading out to Denton to be transformed into this:

I was a witch :) Luxe did an awesome job on the makeup, but I'm sorry to say that it itched like crazy and halfway through the night a lot of it had been scratched off inadvertently. Next year, I'll remember to MOISTURIZE beforehand.

What the fucking fuck?!

Its Friday. Its 10:34am. I've got yet ANOTHER migraine.

And I'm thisclose to completely losing my shit at work.

I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm hurting, I'm tired, I'm depressed, I just want to go home and be alone.

I don't get it! I don't get what I'm doing so wrong this week. I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing of course, and yes I'm making little mistakes here and there but shit! Were they enough to warrant a migraine pretty much every other day? Should I have even gone to the gym yesterday? I don't even know anymore. I thought it was a good idea since I figured yesterday's migraine was due to not doing any cardio yet this week, so as soon as the pain was gone I booked over there and did a super quick workout.

I feel like a failure.

Bad Habits Die Hard

One of the recommendations my neurologist made to me was to keep a migraine journal so that I would know when and how they happened, and thus, would be able to see patterns forming in their existence. Well, keeping the actual journal proved rather difficult as writing about it DURING a migraine is quite impossible and writing about it AFTER is hard to remember, so instead I just keep a tally sheet on a Post-It note at work. Since my last appt. on October 8, I've had 10 of them. 10 in 20 days might seem like a lot since its basically one every other day, but I really only get them Sat thru Mon.

Why?

Because bad habits die hard, thats why. All throughout the week I'm a good girl. I don't stay up late, I take my pills on time, I don't eat much dairy, I don't hang out with MJ, I make sure to drink my 80oz's of water, etc. etc. blah blah blickety blah. Friday comes around and all that pretty much takes a vacation, especially this past weekend. Oy, I even had a hot fudge sundae! It could have been worse, I only had a single and not a double or a triple (good god, the horror!!). But I also ate pizza and Cheetos, stayed up til 2am on Saturday night, kicked it with MJ pretty much all day on Saturday, kept forgetting to take my pills at the regular times, and kept leaving my water at home when we'd go places.

So what was the outcome? A migraine on Saturday, two on Sunday, and one on Monday; 4 in three days. Super. Way to go. Once I asked my cousin why she thinks I do these things to myself, and she said "We're all gluttons for punishment". Maybe there's some truth in that, because I definitely know the consequences of my actions. But at the same time, if I could draw a picture of how I feel about my migraines, it would be me in a corner shrinking away from some hideous beast of a monster. I think maybe acting "bad" is a way for me to feel normal, if that makes sense. Following all these stupid rules for my health makes me feel like a freak sometimes; I mean, you should see the way people (even my own friends) look at me when I have to turn down drinks in favor of a glass of water at a bar. Or hear the jokes made when I bring out the ol' pill container at a restaurant (Hey, got anything good in there for me? Hahaha!). I'll laugh it off on the outside, but its honestly humiliating on the inside. Especially since nobody, not one single person, can ever just let me take the pills without asking a barage of questions. What does that one do? And that one? How about that one? Why's that one so big? Are you gonna take that one too? Why do you take them with food? Why can't you just swallow them with water?

Oh just shut up about it already! Sheesh!

I guess the point is that when I get the chance to be "bad", I'll take it even knowing that more than likely I'm going to feel like crap the next day. Certainly, there are steps I can take to avoid a migraine but in the heat of the moment, I don't want to THINK. I just want to DO. My neurologist, luckily, is sympathetic and says that hopefully by next year the Topamax will be working the way it should be and I should be able to "kick up my heels" a bit more (he's old and cute and talks just like that lol). I kinda hope he's right, but moreso I hope that I mature a bit more this year and realize that I shouldn't be so stupid about my health.

We'll see.

Exorcise

Welp, its Day 3 of no migraine but its also Day 3 of trying to get rid of this damn cold! *angry face* My boyfriend has been pestering me to take Dayquil but I so don't get the point; all that shit does is mask the symptoms, not make you better. Hello McFly?! Besides, I think I'm doing just fine taking my herbs from my acupuncturist, thank you very much. They might not work as fast as the antibiotics from the doctor, but they're not as harsh on my body either. At least today I can breathe through both nostrils semi-normally lol.

I was supposed to go home after work yesterday and do some quick ab and leg workouts, but I managed to talk myself out of them. Again. *sigh* I know its good for me, I know it will help keep the migraines away, but dammit all to hell I fucking hate exercising!!!! I wonder if there's a yet undiscovered, specific kind of ADD that prohibits people from settling down long enough to get a good workout in. I mean, seriously, as soon as I start one I'm thinking "Hmm, I wonder whats on TV right now?" or "Boy, I sure could use a nap!" Ahh, sleeping! How I love thee! If only extra time spent curled up in bed could be a replacement for time in the gym :(

But I digress.

I read in a lot of fitness articles that the way to stay interested in working out is to vary the workout routine. Considering that going to the gym on the regular is akin to Chinese water torture for me, maybe I should really look into Pilates or into getting that damn Speedo and goggles so I can do laps in the pool. I dunno. What really seems to be lacking is the motivation. I don't get why "it helps you not have migraines" isn't enough of a reason to get off my ass.

Please God, make the phone stop ringing

I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be an interesting person in order to have a blog. I've been called weird a lot in my life, so maybe thats enough of a qualification.

So who am I? I'm Alexis, I'm 25, I'm a grad student studying counseling, I'm a receptioninst at an ultra-conservative right-wing law firm (yea, i know, roll those eyes as hard as you can), and I'm a migraine sufferer. Its pretty much the reason why I'm starting this thing; I think my boyfriend is getting a little tired of me breaking down crying so often (sorry babe!) and being so cranky about all these new rules I'm having to adjust to in order to control the triggers. So here I am. I decided last night that it might be a better idea to write about it rather than cry about it.

So when did all this start? Well, I've had migraines for about as long as I can remember. Mind you, they didn't happen this frequently or this severely. I'd say it was only about 2 or 3 years ago that things really started to slide downhill, and I started noticing that I was going through bottles of Excedrin like it was nothing. Two years ago I finally broke down at work and gave in to the idea of seeing a doctor for the problem. That led to seeing a neurologist and an acupuncturist on the regular. Still, the migraines happened pretty often and not even two months ago I wound up in the hospital hooked up to an IV for 4 days getting some DHE treatment that was supposed to re-wire my brain, apparently to teach it to not be so damn sensitive to pain or something. After all that the neurologist added on another prescription to my already staggering daily amount of pills (seriously people, I probably take like 20 pills per day that either combat the migraines themselves or combat the side effects of the pills which combat the migraines; its fucking ridiculous). These pills changed my taste buds, so now my beloved sodas taste like shit. And now, I dream about them. Terrific.

Taking my health seriously for once means making lots of changes, most of which I'm not too keen on. I have to go to sleep every single weekday at 10pm without fail. I simply cannot function properly on less than 9 hours of sleep. I have force myself to exercise at LEAST twice a week, and I fucking hate sweating (unless I'm having sex of course). I had to give up all caffeine. I've had to drastically cut back on dairy products (this one might confuse you, but I'm lactose intolerant so I wasn't doing myself any favors anyways by continuing to eat cheese and ice cream). I've had to watch my sugar intake like a hawk. I HAVE to drink 80oz of water every single day; any less is a disaster waiting to happen. I have to take all of my pills like clockwork. I had to admit to myself that pot was a trigger, and thus had to cut back on my habit (that was a real shitty conversation with my boyfriend; I don't think I looked him in the eye once during the whole thing. Its funny how admitting problems is viewed as shameful).

Probably the worst part of all this has been dealing with people who don't understand. There are plenty of people in this world who suffer from migraines just like I do, but theres also a lot that don't and never will. Those people think that a migraine is just "a bad headache". At the job before this one, I had a boss that was of that opinion. Every single time I had to leave early because my head hurt so bad I could barely look people in the face, he would make some shitty comment to me as I walked out the door. At my current job, a coworker friend told me that up until I went into the hospital many of my other coworkers thought I was faking everything to get attention and special privileges. Some of my own family members think I'm a faker, that all I need to do is suck it up and deal, that they get bad headaches too but thats no reason to act the way I do. Its bullshit, and I marvel at their utter inability to empathize with somebody in pain and in need.

So anyways, here I am at work on a Wed morning, making my first blog post ever *trumpet blare* Yesterday was the 4th day in a row that I had a migraine, but I figured out it was because I didn't exercise but one day all last week. As soon as I felt better yesterday I hightailed it to the gym and did some cardio and weight machines, so I'm just hoping for the best today. So far I'm down 20oz of water and have 60oz more to go. I had a little bit of dairy yesterday so that means absolutely none today. Fuck, its like a never ending checklist. I'll let you know how it goes.

Peace.