So this morning, i jumped on the scale and discovered that i was at almost exactly the same weight i was at last week, and possibly the week before that. I’ve been fluctuating by about .4 pounds – point 4, not 4. Today’s number was at the bottom of the range, but still. So, in an inspired moment, i took off the light robe i was wearing and jumped back on, confident the scale would go down another .1 or .2. But —
It did not go down. It went up .2. UP. Which i thought had to be a mistake. So i tried again. Nope. Same weight.
But, i can’t complain because i’m back to living the sedentary life. About 31,000 steps all week. That’s an average of less than 5,000 a day. Sigh.
And on the plus side, glucose levels are still fine.
I’m getting some boxes unpacked, so that’s good. But i can’t get a whole lot done until my closet is finished, so there’s that.
And really, i’m not caring a whole lot about any of that at the moment. Today i’m taking my cat to be re-homed. I can’t get him to consistently use the litter box. He’s been to the vet, there’s nothing wrong with him, but i can’t take care of him. I’m not going through the whole story here, but trust me, i can’t keep him. And i’m not sure they’ll find him a home – he’s old and i guess i could have had him put to sleep, but i don’t think he’s that bad off.
I woke up every hour all night long, just feeling sick, but really, i don’t have any reasonable choices. And i could spend all morning here, just kind of repeating over and over that i feel like lowlife scum, but i can’t see a realistic other way to deal with my cat’s issues.
And you know – cause here in this blog is where i get most honest – part of the reason i feel so guilty is because it’s going to be such a relief when i’m not trying to deal with him anymore. Yep. Pond scum, that’s what i am.
Ok. So, in other news, i am on the verge of a new career move, which i’m excited about, when i’m not feeling like pond scum. More later…