Yay. Second blog entry. Not much has gone down the last few days. Went to the physio, she was happy with the progress I've made and gave me a few more hand movements to do and told me to come back in a fortnight. My Gf doesn't really want me to go back but if it's still no good, I'll go back. If I think it's fine, I won't go back. See what happens and the best thing of all - I didn't need a cast. That was the best news I've heard in a long time.
Not much is happening in the baby front yet. We're waiting for the last bit to happen and then hopefully insemination time. That will be other good news when it comes back with a positive pregnancy test. Extremely nervous but very excited at the same time.
Last thing, is my weight. She's been on my case about it for the last 6 months. I'm 173cm and my weight is now 106kg. I've never been so heavy in my life in all honesty. I've always been at or around100kg for so many years but I think that fact that I haven't unloaded pallets for the last 2 months (because of my hand) and my food intake, it has contributed to me gaining so much weight. It was a wake up call now that I know and I feel determined to lose weight but I want to do it my own way. I don't want people telling me what I should and shouldn't do, what I can and can't eat. Making me feel guilty or whatever. I want to get fit for this child, I want to look good and healthy. And I secretly want to turn heads like 'wow she looks good. Look at all that weight she's lost'. That type of crap. I'm determined to start tomorrow. Today wasn't a good day, didn't sleep well because of my readjusted splint, 9 hr shift, up and down ladders all day, upset stomach from something I ate at lunch plus I already walked home from work (20 mins). I know, excuses excuses. Whatever. Tomorrow will be a better day I hope.