The girl is getting better (but bigger, as you will see). Antibiotic is beginning to fight the big, bad bronchitis. Not certain how or where I picked that up, but I don’t think I’ve had it since I was a little kid. Good riddance!
You may have noticed that I’ve been playing with the book’s subtitle, tweaking it a little each day. “Struggling” (with the subtitle) would be a better word. Although I have managed a total weight loss of 100½ pounds twice in the last 11 years, I haven’t come close to keeping it off for more than three months. It would be dishonest to imply that I maintain, on a day-to-day basis, a 100½ pound loss.
I have finally settled on a more accurate number. It’s a weird concept, but a more accurate one in my case. I’ve taken an average of pounds (within five pounds above or below my goal weight) kept off over the past 11 years and settled on that number. Turns out to be 86.5, which I (natch) rounded up. Hence the odd number. But no fraction of a pound has ever been too small for me to note in my journal, whether I am losing or maintaining. Each piece of a pound is critical, and whether I reached a 10, 22, 48, 63, 89-pound loss, it all felt (and still feels) amazing! The scale is such great feedback. It's black and white. I'd like to think it lies, but it doesn't, (and today, it's a little tough to take, damn!)
Since I haven’t been able to work out this week, I've taken short walks around the block with Sam. When I find that I'm exhausted after these, I’ve become somewhat bummed out, but probably more bored mentally, while physically, just about too tired to sit up in a chair, as in front of computer. Have indulged in comfort foods, thick soups and breads, ugh. And I weighed myself today, because it's that time.
I'm about to hit the shower and after, take Sam to our great McInnins Park to throw out her Kong. I'm taking today off for the last time this week to rest. Later, I want to bathe the doggie—a long neglected task. And finally, I need to organize my shopping list for Thanksgiving dinner that I planned a couple of weeks ago. THEN, joy of daily joys, I get to grab some tea and read your blogs!
Weight? 159.4# Arghhhh! Yet I knew it would be a “bad” week. Comfort foods and no exercise? Both together? Disaster. So, a place to begin. Again.