Tomorrow morning is the big decider. If there's a decent loss, we continue, a day at a time. If not, that means Monday I can eat again! Almost more than the relentless hunger going away, I look forward to putting lotion on my poor hands and face. Winter is a bad time to be totally fat free. My hands split and hurt. My rosacea-face needs its lotion. Rosacea flare ups along with dry skin is not too pretty to look at. I don't even want to talk about my crocodile feet.
I'm sore and tired--no, more than tired--fatigued. Anna's birthday party is here tomorrow and there are things to do, but my back pain and all over body exhaustion is saying, "8:30 is late enough. You can finish tomorrow. Go lay down on the couch with your cup of tea and hot water bottle."
And you know what? For once, I'm going to listen to my back and call it a night.
I'll let you know what happens with my nemesis, the scale, in the morning. Good night, dear reader. Thanks for caring about this stuff.
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