After the relative success of the steak day, I'm back. I need to get those rogue 7# off...if I can. I went through my pre-surgery schedule and marked the comparatively few days I'll allow myself to have scarbs (simple carbs), and even that, I'll try to hold in check.
Yeah, it's sucky and unfair I can't have a "normal" amount of carbs, or even treats, but in the final analysis, that really doesn't matter. It is what it is. Perhaps after I recover from my back surgery I can start the search again for some sort of a miracle worker who can figure out what the heck the deal is with my metabolism and what we can do with it. In the mean time, I guess I have to use sandbags to try and keep the water from rising too fast. I'm hoping the scale will show a favorable number tomorrow. I'm doing the work.
And I thought I'd stabilized! Whaaaaa!
Tomorrow morning I see the ENT for my voice. Prayers! Good thoughts! I'll take what 'cha got. I'll let you know how it goes.
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