Up a half-pound from last Friday, which, considering where I was earlier this week, isn't bad. My ticker is telling the truth.
Yesterday, I spontaneously decided to take Friday off. I've got some work to do, but nothing due till Tuesday. I felt as though I really needed to slow down a little. I slept in about a half-hour later, like just till 5 AM, went to the gym later, at 7 AM. I've hit two grocery stores. I had a healthy lunch. Basically I'm doing what I often do on a Saturday. I will log on and do a little work, unfortunately, but I'm going to set a timer and drop offline later.
I want to get out to a movie tonight. We'll see if I can rouse myself out of my apartment and venture out into the pitch darkness. The sun setting so early makes me want to stay in. I'll have to fight that, or what kind of life will I have for the next few months?


Not really - I had three dinners away from home last week, plus I was left alone in the house yesterday. And TOM lurking, waiting to surprise.
I need to gather it back up and get closer to "losing normal" this week.
Winter's awesome in that we get heavier fabrics that drape and are much more forgiving; suck it up and go get yourself a few basic bottom pieces that look fabulous. If 3 months is necessary, get a calendar and commit fully to the possibility of healing.
Make a decision to give this a chance to work.