This is what happened last time before I crashed. Weight loss, cut in half, cut in half again, then stop. The last few days have been that: two pounds, one pound, half a pound...tomorrow is...?
I've been cold. Really cold, especially at night. This is freaky for me because I'm generally a furnace. Last night I told Mark I was going to take my temperature, just for snicks: 97. No wonder I'm cold; I have a budding case of hypothermia.
Tonight we had our "Family Fun Night," the one night a week we watch TV and have dinner simultaneously, generally having "fun food." We haven't had that the last few weeks due to both Mark's insane schedule and my diet. But tonight we did it. I made them chili with scoops (scoop shaped chips). This was particularly difficult for me. Today was my "skip" day on the shots and I've felt all the more hungry again. The very long habit of the fun food and TV, along with something super savory, replete with cheesy goodness was a difficult combination.
Now they're at a Mozart concert. I feel bad because I can't go. But this is why I'm doing this: to get my health back. No, losing weight won't utterly fix my back--but it will help, and help the pending surgery (and its recovery), as well as the long term.
I've got to keep up the good fight: savory chips or not.
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