It's been two weeks since I've posted and mostly I'm doing okay. Not good, just okay. I think my biggest problem is too much sitting, not enough moving around.
Work has been stressful as we wait for either VERY good news, or very bad news. I had thought we'd have gotten our feedback last week and we didn't. In the meantime, as I wait wait wait wait, I'm not sleeping much. I have weird dreams most of the night and then wake up around midnight and stay awake for 3 or 4 hours. Mostly, I'm optimistic that the news will be good. But... there's no way of knowing.
Suffice it to say, I'm going a bit wacko.
My weight was hanging in there right around 141 - 142, but, like I said, until I get myself moving around, I can't imagine it's going to start heading downward.
Then, night before last, some friends took me out for my b-day. I had a fabulous fish fillet with veggies on the side. Two little bites of gelatto for dessert. The bad part was that I was STUFFED - I overate.
The next day, my family bought me a very special cake and made me pizza. I said yes to everything they offered. How could I not? I mean, if I had a serious weight problem, then I'd tell them thanks, and explain that I can't partake. But, since my weight "problem" is mostly a vanity thing and a prevention situation, I couldn't disappoint them. The cake was fabulous, but I must say, I felt sick after one piece. Then, later, I craved more.
Today, I'm just queasy. And I feel like I want to eat something to get rid of the shaky, queasy, hunger. Like I've been on a roller coaster. Blecccch.