It's been weird. I'm still suffering from the Port Townsend Plague, but ran out of road to stay home. Anna needed to go to dance, and Mark was working. I also needed to get my doctor appointment in. So, those things were done. My doctor (the one I see once a year) was in shock and awe mode about my weight loss. I forgot I hadn't seen her in a year.
The receptionist didn't recognize me. That's happened twice now, people I know a little, but have known for years don't recognize me on sight. I say to Mark it's because I'm wholly forgettable, he says it's because I've lost that much weight. I guess his is better. I still see the same set of eyes in the mirror. I've not changed. Just my circumference.
I was so tired after Anna's class let out, I wanted to swing through and get take out. I decided to stick to my original, healthy plan and eat what I'd prepared in advance at home: salad. But after I got home, I remembered I'd just washed and chopped lettuce. My back was screaming, and I didn't feel like peeling and slicing, but I got it done. I resisted the urge to have peanut butter for dinner. :) Anna's dinner was more exciting.
The scale better not jump any higher in the morning. That really bothers me. If there's anybody who can tell me what the problem with my metabolism is, you'll have my gratitude forever. The doctor ordered my bloodwork, speaking of my fickle metabolism. I'm so hoping something overt shows up--something we can work with. It's not normal to gain one pound after having one small serving of simple carb. Now I need to find the time in the near future to get my carcass to the lab early some morning. Ugh.
I'll let 'cha know what happens in the morning with the scale. Fingers crossed it doesn't cross me again. I've considered launching it off my deck more than once. Tomorrow might be the day.
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