Atkins

Weight Watchers totaly failed for me. The first week, I lost 8 lbs. Second week, I lost nothing. Third week, I gained 6 pounds. 4th week, I gave up and went back to Atkins. But wasn't just the lack of weight loss that bothered me, it was the effect on *who I am* that bothered me the most. it turned me back in to the person I used to be... the person I hated!

First off, constant noxious gas. Not just occasionally, but CONSTANTLY. Ask DotGirl if you don't believe it... our apartment always smelled like the inside of a bag of dry-roasted peanuts! Secondly, I was constantly depressed. Depressed in ways that I haven't been depressed for nearly 3 years now! Debilitating, mind-numbing, listening-to-Depeche-Mode-and-wearing-nothing-but-black DEPRESSION. I don't like that. Not at all.

I'm on day 4 of being back on Atkins, and all ready the depression and gas are gone! Plus, I'm feeling healthier in general. I've tried a lot of diets, and this is the only one that actually makes me feel good :)

Ahhhh, Atkins... How I've missed you so! Bags of Pork Rinds, steaks, pork chops, cheddar cheese, ribs, and sausages! This morning I had 10 ounces of pork sausage, fried up in one big pattie and smothered with cheddar cheese. Life is good :)

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My Dad had a pretty massive heart attack this afternoon. Crystal is gettign out of work early and we're about to drive up there.

He is reportedly "Feeling great" and "in good spirits", but they're going to do the thingee where they shove a baloon in his chest to see if the arteries are clogged.

My mom is, suprisingly, keeping reletively cool about this. Maybe this means that the Garage Sale will be postponed till next weekend.

Like all bad news, this is taking a bit of time to sink in. I've bot that numb-tingly feeling all over like my body is trying to protect me from having to feel anything about this. And unfortunately, I *also* have that automatic defense system set-up where I make innapropriate jokes in times of strife.