So I’m at the immuneologist the other day… oh joy. Yet another doctors appointment where I’m running at full speed to keep up with my fantastic specialist. Seriously…. she’s one of my girl-crushes and rightfully so. Insanely intelligent and will disscuss things at length, even gives me more things to research and study. Just the kind of doctor I like… the kind that treats me as a equal and makes me learn in the process. I digress….

I’m standing there on the most dreaded thing… the scale. I’ve lost 1 pound in a month. Only one damn pound. They put me on another scale and remeasured… cause turns out I was susspota’ have gained poundage – those bastards – due to the sterioids and other medicines. Oh joy. And all this in spite of the fact that when I’m attacking I’ve found that my body dosen’t care for food too well. So I was expecting that… but they weren’t expecting me to cut back on my calorie consumption and cut back to 1 – 2 cups of coffee a day (which knocks out more calories!).

Still would be nice to have more energy to work out, but right now most weeks it’s all I can do to stay awake during lunch! *grins*