So I came back from my amazing trip to Palestine pretty much the same weight as when I went away. Partly due to a reaction to the water, partly due to being careful, and not spoiling all my hard work with passing food overdoses.
Since I came back, though, I just haven't framed myself at all. I thought I'd give conscious eating a go, I've succeeded in the past but I've just not really tried. Partly, my head and heart have been all over the place, politically, religiously, emotionally; but that's not good enough.
I've managed to eat myself up to 170.8lbs, and it's just not good enough. Flag planting time. My aim is to be 139 by the time I go back, next January. Concentrate, woman!