Lupron Day 4

Today's day 4 of my Lupron injections. I'm doing 5 units, twice a day. No ill effects to speak of except that J is missing his head after saying that I jumped his shit last night. Hmm, I guess I forgot to warm him that Lupron's a hormone that sends one directly into menopause.

Lost four pounds according to the evil scale. I was all excited about my progress til last night when J told me that he now weighed 182. "182? You lost six pounds in a week?" He HAS been sick, and he has a very high metabolism, so yes, maybe he did lose six pounds in a week. But when we came home from the Pebble Beach Pro Am party last night (more on this later), he hopped on a scale and I heard him say, "One hundred eight eight?" Hmm....I know have to wonder if I really did lose anything after all.

I have been busting my ass trying to lose a few pounds before the stims and dexamethazone that will start on the 18th. It's eight days away. Eight days to lose as much as I can, healthily of course. I'm doing an hour on the elliptical trainer a day and then weights. Loads of protein, limited carbs or I just eat carbs in the morning and early afternoon. No eating after 7pm unless it's protein. It seemed to have done the trick, but then I have an evil scale, you know? It's one of those clear glass ones you can get from Tar-zhay. Supposedly very accurate. But I think that if the floor it's sitting on isn't perfectly level down to a nanometer it just doesn't work right.

I hate scales.

But my ass is so big right now that I've gone up almost two pant sizes since September.

I had refused to buy more pants until I'd at least made some headway, but I had to cave in two weeks ago when I ripped a second pair jeans right up the ass. Now, if that isn't a sign from God that it's time to lose weight, I don't know what is.

So I bought three pairs of pants. All were a bit tighter than they should be so I'll be inspired to keep working out. The dressing room attendant may have seen me in front of the mirror in my jeans and wondered why on earth I was buying them. But, hey, so far it seems to be working.

Back to the Pebble Beach Pro Am Golf tournament. J's band played the party for the volunteers last night. There were hundreds of people. At one point an announcer had the band stop and said that Bill Murray had arrived. Bill took the mic for a bit and thanked everyone for their work. At some point I guess Bill noticed that not too many people were dancing, so Bill started telling people to get up to dance. He went down my row and when he got to me he grabbed my forearm and pulled me onto the dancefloor. Me and two other ladies danced with Bill for a couple of songs. J was playing drums and I could see him grinning at me. Later he said that I was like the tallest person on the dancefloor so he was watching me the whole time. He thought that it was really neat that I got to dance with him.

I wanted to ask him to take a picture with me, but I've never been comfortable asking stars for pictures or autographs. I know that they're used to it, but even when I was doing extra work in Hollywood as a child and teenager, and had many opportunities to ask them for autographs, pictures, etc, I just could never do it. I always thought, "They must be so tired of this. I don't want to behave like a groupie."

Case in point: Once I was on the set of "The Omen II" and we were taking a break and having lunch in the studio cafeteria. Alan Alda was there eating in his fatigues, I assume they were filming M*A*S*H. My mom insisted that I ask for his autograph. I resisted. I said no. I didn't want to do it. I pleaded to not have to ask him. She wouldn't stop asking. She nearly pushed me at him. I went up to his table and interrupted his meal. Asked him for an autograh. I felt so bad. Couldn't the poor man eat a meal in peace? This was his time to relax. And here I was a groupie interrupting what was probably his first moment of relaxation that day. His reply? "How about a handshake?" His tone implied he was a bit irritated that I'd interruped his meal. I accepted but I felt like a complete and utter idiot. I was so upset at my mother for forcing me to have done this. This cemented my feelings about asking celebrities for autographs. So now I never ask. I might take a photo from afar, but for the most part I take my memories with me and keep them close.

I now have a neat memory of Bill Murray. :-)