This week has been really sucky. My laundry was stolen a week ago, and I found out today that the really bad razor burn in my underarms is actually *gross alert* a fungal infection. Disgusting! My Dr. says I probably got razor burn there a few months ago and it just turned into an infection. She told me that lots of women shave their underarms incorrectly and risk this kind of infection.
Who knew there was a wrong way to shave your freaking armpits?!?! For the last 2 months they've been burning, itching, tingling, and just feeling like they're on fire.
I have to use a special cream for the next two weeks. I'm also not allowed to use deodorant or shave for the next 2 weeks, ick!
And, even though I haven't eaten out in the past 2 weeks, and I've been eating healthier, AND I'm walking 4 miles every day, the scale at the Dr.'s office said I weighed 201 pounds.
I cried today. I never cry. I broke down and had 2 small pieces of chocolate and a piece of my dad's birthday cake. But I made the cake, and there was no oil, eggs or shortening. And instead of us going out to dinner and eating junk food, I convinced my parents to let me go to their house and cook them dinner--fresh green beans, roasted small potatoes, and grilled chicken. Much healthier than pizza and burgers
Sorry about the pity party guys. It's just been an icky week.
*edit* I just realized I had to edit my stupid tracker because I'm apparently a fat pig. Yay me.