Chugging along. Most days I indulge in a thought or two about ending the cycle early, or in my wildest fantasies, stuffing something delicious into my mouth. But as my old friend Aragorn would say, "The day may come...but it's not this day...!"
13.4 pounds gone. Nice. My hands are starting to crack a little from the lack of moisture, but it's not nearly as bad as doing a cycle in January or February: been there, done that, not going to do it again.
I take a wee bit of comfort in the fact that in two weeks, I'll be nearly done, and if all goes pro forma, I'll be another 10# lighter. If that happens for me, I will not only have gotten back to my LIW (last injection weight) from last cycle, but will have surpassed it by a few pounds! While I'm not in love with the fact I gained back what I lost last cycle, I've more or less accepted it. This is a lifelong battle and I'm learning to settle for imperfect progress.
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