Hoarding.

I thought I'd share some photos as proof of my hoarding. Mum commented this morning that she thinks I may have a "problem."

I suppose it's true. I hate throwing things away. I mean I don't keep garbage or stacks of newspapers or anything gross, but I do probably hang on to a lot of things that are unnecessary.

So here's my room:



My closet:


My desk, which is cluttered past the point of usefulness:


And apparently, I have too many books:



And this is my room AFTER it was tidied.

Great day today - weighed in at 101 this morning, so only one more pound to go before I hit goal weight 2!!

So far today, I ate: cereal (80), coffee (10), 1/2 flat bread (50), 1/2 ice cream sandwich (80), and I did a mega work out this morning (-700). Hopefully I can stick to my plan of eating a 150 cal dinner, and consuming a bottle of champagne with my lovely friend, #2. That will leave me at a total of between 20 and 120 for the day.

Exploding Head Syndrome

So apparently, I am not alone. The mini-traumas I often experience whilst trying to go to sleep are an actual disorder: exploding head syndrome. Not even kidding; this is an actual medical condition.

This happens to me all the time. On the rare occasions I manage to drift off to sleep without tossing and turning for hours, heart palpitations, night terrors, or dreaming while awake; I get these weird explosions. I swear, it sounds like bombs exploding, or thunder, or the whole house collapsing around my ears. And I'm ALWAYS seeing bright flashes of light and thinking it's coming from the sky outside my window. My first thought is usually OMG, ALIENS!!! (I have a preoccupation with aliens, if y'all haven't figured that out - an ongoing paranoia).

But no, there's no bombs and no aliens. I'm just a little more sleep disordered than I thought.