Has anyone else on this weight loss journey experienced wacky emotions?
Today, I'm absolutely raging at everything. Firefox crashed (twice) and lost all my tabs (twice) -- I was furious! I updated my calculations for how much I will have (um, won't have) lost by my trip in October -- 15 pounds off goal = raging mad! My printer's malfunctioning (again) -- I want to throw it out the window!
Other times, I'll be really, really sad. We have to spend Christmas with my anorexic sister = lying in my husband's lap, bawling. I can't fit the coat I wore the last time I was in Paris = total depression.
Is this something that's related to the (extremely, very) slow weight loss? Or is it just me?