I am clearly stress eating. I was so close to onderland and have blown my chances of making it this week. And you know the worst part... I pretty much don't care. I am tired and hungry and work is stressing me out beyond belief. My parents are in town, which is nice, but I also make bad choices when they are around.
I am going in for a fill next Tuesday and I am praying number 4 will bring me some restriction. I am struggling again and I am feeling a bit careless. I have come to the cross road where I made the decision not to care right now. Blech. Good thing I am seeing the therapist Thursday. I think there may be more to this bad eating. I think I am hitting my wall.
Better news tomorrow? Hopefully.