*&^%%%

The two steak days are a bust. I'm back to where I was. In a day. Clearly, things aren't going well. But I'm doing all I can; I know that. Still sucks, though. What the &*^%%^ is the deal with my body, anyway? Why won't it do what it should do? What's with the metabolism, the pain, the fatigue?

Ok, you don't know. Wish I did!

I know there's only so much I can do. I don't even have starch, for pete's sake! I can't cut back anymore than I have. I am very confident and comfortable with my food intake. It's really darned hard to do what I do as it is.

I have to let it go, and just keep doing what I'm doing, try to chill, and hope my weight stabilizes soon. Very. Soon.