I feel as though I have gained 75 lbs of stress. What a week. After 3 days, I felt I was going to break and I did. I had a slice of banana bread. Well, I guess it could have been worse. I didn't continue. I went right back to the no carbs.
Mom ate every carb possible, and unfortunately for me, it created some tension. She really seemed to resent that I wasn't eating what she wanted to eat. It was bizarre. Oh well.
I am nervous about weighing and taking my measurements tomorrow. I don't feel I have lost anything. I've tried to prepare myself for the worst: having regained the 8 lbs, purely through stress. Well, if that's the case, then that's the case. All I can do is set my sights on the next day ahead and not looking back at the past.
I am feeling more and more like an addict. I can't be around the "bad" foods without wanting them. I woke up one day this week wanting potatoes. The craving lasted more than 24 hours. I didn't give in to it, but it made me feel lousy.
Sena is extremely unwell. I don't know what it is yet - nerve, muscle, bone. The cancer maybe? Hard to know. Tests will be done on Monday morning. Until then, my sweet diva girl is unable to walk more than a few steps at a time.
Compared to worrying about her, not eating potatoes is -- well -- small potatoes.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
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