5 pound loss this week. Holy buckets of fat, Batman!
I think stress did me in this past week. It was very scary, something personal happened and then I got a bad reading on a mammogram. Turns out everything was a-okay with the mammogram, Thank you, God, and the other problem is slowly working itself out.
For the first time in my life, I did not crave food when I was stressed. The opposite happened, I did not want to eat. I never understood that before. Food made me nauseous. Strange--when did that happen! By Friday I was eating normally again, though. It's very strange to force oneself to eat, though.
I'll take the loss either way. I'm now 2 pounds away from my weight before my kidney stone surgery, which rocks. Moving in the right direction, back on track, emotionally improving--with room to grow.
Making big mistakes that bite me in the a$$ BUT learning instead of beating myself up, that mistakes make us learn and grow. So no guilt, just lessons learned. Growing. Moving forward.
