So, it's not in my head. And it's not water retention from my special happy time. It's been a week, and only one pound total.
A week of starving, hormonal disturbances, weakness and fatigue--for one stinking pound. Not worth it, my friend, not worth it.
I just emailed my doc about it. I hope he has a solution to this quandary.
Still not feeling right after yesterday's freak attack. Again, not good.
If anybody wants to call me today, it would be a nice thing. Mark's gone for the count (not his eternal reward, but in Seattle this morning taking a test, followed by coming home and leaving for an eight-hour Safeway shift). And I'm kinda sick and missing adult friend-type conversation. Not that I don't love Anna, of course! You know what I mean.
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