Starting: 264
Last Week: 222
Current: 222

I’ve decided to stop using the abbreviations so people who pop in know what the heck I’m recording regardless of whether they are weight loss bloggers or not.

Well, no change for this week and, frankly, I don’t care. It’s Time of Month and – of course! – it has been quite an emotional week as well. I don’t want to get into the details of some of it because this is neither the time nor the place.

For the things concerning just me…

I had a great big FAIL with the challenge I set myself. I feel a bit pathetic that I couldn’t even last twelve days, but twenty years of using food for comfort isn’t going to disappear just like that. I’m continuing to acknowledge when I am using or want to use food for comfort. Right now I feel just doing this – even though it doesn’t always stop me – is a big accomplishment.

I’m refocusing my efforts on cutting carbs out of my life as much as possible. After having my gallbladder out, I lived pretty much on just bread for a while. This seemed to have reignited a carb frenzy and I have had way too much bread, pasta and rice lately. I’m getting back to the point where I am getting tired after eating, which a big freaking flashing neon sign on the road to prediabetes.

I kicked pre-diabetes’ ass once. I don’t want to have to do it again.

I am also moving back toward a natural diet consisting mainly of smoothies to help my liver out. My liver function was high after I had my surgery, so I want to give my liver (and the rest of my system) a break. It’s not a big deal – I don’t even have to get retested for a month – but I feel like I have been stressing out my system a little too much, too soon after surgery.

It’s frustrating to not be able to do the exercise I want to do (dance), but it is good to see that my gentler exercise and time of month aren’t doing anything bad on the scales.