The doctor keeps saying that this symptom will improve. Well, it hasn't. Sometimes I can ignore it, other times, not so much. I could live with it more cheerily if the weight was doing as it ought, but again, not so much.
And there's a long way to go until I begin the "stabilization" phase (Three weeks of any food BUT carbs or sugar--sound Spartan? Sounds like a feast to me!), probably around May 1. Feels like forever, but I know that time will pass anyway and the odds are in my favor things will improve in the meantime.
One mystery solved. The rogue scale, brazenly leading me on by saying I was 10# less than I am left me a bit confused. I said to Mark the other day, "This was what I weighed when I got pregnant with Anna, but I felt smaller than I do now." I figured it was age; 10 years is a long time (Groan, has it been that long?). But now I know the truth: I WAS smaller than now.
And let's hope tomorrow I'm smaller than I am today.
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