Or at least the bottom bun of my cheeseburger was at lunch. I tossed it out my car window at the assorted birdies, who were thrilled at the carb influx.
I weighed in at 375 this morning. I've been that weight before but I think it was a bad weigh-in, as I jumped up to 383 the next morning. Talk about a shock. I doubt I could put on 6 pounds in a single day on mushy foods. So, right, I'm doing well.
I'm particularly proud that I'm finally combating emotional eating. Things haven't been happy around my homestead, with us being severely in debt and my husband not really speaking to me (no, I don't really know why, but I have theories.) With all of this going around I've been feeling some terrible anxiety, but I've been dealing OK this week with it all. I'm even feeling some sort of restriction occasionally, which I think is stress-induced, but nevertheless is very helpful when you don't want to be overeating.
TGIF, you guys. T to the G to the fuckin' IF.
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