On trying to understand weight loss.
So I get back from my peanut-eating, french-fry consuming, wine drinking trip to El Caribe, and learn I've lost 4.4 lbs.
Friends, I'll take it. But I Do. Not. Understand. I just don't.
What's even more confusing is that I came home and binged on Monday. A bad one. After I got weighed in.
I don't quite know what happened ... was it the release of learning that I hadn't gained weight over the weekend? A way to compensate for studiously avoiding the pastry table at the resort all weekend? I really wanted to eat some.
In anycase, I blatantly binged on Monday, as I went shopping for the week after my visit to the nutritionist. Along with my sensible veggies and tempeh, I got a pack of bite-size pecan pie treats, a small carrot cake and .... there was something else, another pastry type goodie. Can't even remember. But it was consumed.
The result was a terrible stomach ache Monday night and a horrible bloated sick feeling. I couldn't eat another bite all day.
Today was better. I ate normally but lightly. Fighting off a slight cold, and so I just took a break. No gym, no TV, no news, no work. I read. All day long. It was heaven. I just wanted a break, I think.
Back to the regular routine tomorrow.
And it was nice to realize I was missed! Thanks for reading, guys!
June 28th, 2017 When We Do
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