I started a diet last week since I’ve gained over thirteen pounds. None of my pants fit and even my sweats are getting snug. I go to work with my dress pants unbuttoned because I refuse to buy new ones because I am going to lose the weight. No, I’m not eating more than usual, yes I’m being active. In fact, I’ve been eating healthier than I ever have lately and I’m in the middle of training for a half marathon so I’m exercising every day. I’ve also been taking a nap every day and can barely stay awake to drive to and from works. Long story short, for some blood work and turns out my TSH levels are high. So yay for my thyroid. NOT. So that’s what’s been going on in my life lately and definitely explains my weight gain. Doesn’t my thyroid know I’m getting married in a year? This past weekend we helped a friend of ours swap out their fridge and stove. Let’s be honest, I did not help, I watched. I did sweep and clean a little bit but mostly talked, annoyed Matt, drank wine and ate dessert that my friends husband made. I have no idea what it was called but it was chocolate amazingness. (Great for my diet.) I thought it would be a good idea to go for a ride on the dolly. Key word: thought. Matt specifically said it was not a good idea but he let me hop on anyways. When he lowered the dolly to start moving, it scared me because it was so sudden so I quick kicked my foot down to catch my balance. Instead of kicking my foot to the floor to catch myself, I slammed my heel into the bar on the dolly. Ouch. Let’s just say that was pretty painful. Thanks to Paula, she got some ice on it right away and had me rest it on a chair. You know that feeling when you hurt yourself but people are around and you have to laugh because it hurts so bad but really you’re wanting to bawl your eyes out at your stupidity and the pain. Well that was me. Sometimes I just have some bad ideas and riding a dolly is definitely top on that list.