The scale is stubbornly sticking within a four-pound range above my most recent low.
Listen, kids, it got so bad that yesterday I exercised. Not crazy, sweating-like-a-pig exercise, but a brisk walk. Which clearly means I've gotten desperate.
I'm hungry, thinking about my next meal a lot. I can't blame it on hormones or any particular stress, so I guess it means I need a fill? I still think I'll wait till after Labor Day. We have so much traveling between now and then, to places that aren't likely to have a fill (or UNfill) doctor nearby, that I guess I'm OK with just sticking it out and trying to eat well in the meantime.
In other news, I think I've mentioned this before but it bears repeating: Despite the fill-or-no-fill, when am I going to lose more weight, ohmigod I just threw up again moments... I love this band. I have a different outlook on my life since getting it. My constant mental battle with myself over my weight and my lack of discipline, all of that stuff, is almost entirely gone. I feel at peace with myself in a way that I can't remember feeling in a long, long time.
So I resolve to be patient. The weight will move. I am actively working on it but not letting it consume my life.
Isn't that a nice change?
