Ugh

Falling asleep on the couch at 8:30 is a bad thing when it comes to going to bed later.

Tomorrow is a steak day. No, I haven't weighed, but, duh. Unless a miracle has happened, I've continued to creep up as I do nearly every day (except the day after the steak day!).

I loathe them. Yes, of course, the part where I eat the steak and apple is pretty good. Especially given by that time of day, my blood sugar is in my shoes and it feels like I haven't eaten in about a week. But the rest of the day stinks. Hungry, no energy, etc.

I'm sad the thyroid rx has apparently done squat. No weight improvement. No energy improvement. No improvement of low body temperature or finger nails, etc.

So, tomorrow morning I man up and get on the scale. Three days this week (none consecutive), I had simple carbs. I'm entering Angel of Death Week, and my carb craving is reflecting it. I wasn't going to tonight, but did. Made it all day until after dinner!

Alrighty then. Steak day and weigh in on the morrow. I'll be interested to see if my post steak day weight is where it seems to be settling (if you can call it that). It's not exactly settling, but I noticed a certain weight recurring (with the continued climbing and steak day resets). It's about 10# above my LIW.

Mark's theory is that's where it settles, 10# up (I've heard this from others too). So, in theory (Oh, good! Sandra's weight theory #960!), if I waited long enough to make the hcg effective again, and lost the whole boat (35#), twice over the next two years (Shoot me, please), that'd be 70# from now. However, add in the settling upwards, and my pending double back surgery, and we could reasonably expect to be 40-50# less than now. Probably closer to the #40.

Dude, I could live with that. But will I get the chance? Stay tuned.