I'm down 1.6 pounds from last Friday, when salt caused me to balloon up, but not as low as I was two weeks ago.
When I think of trying to lose seven pounds, I feel really tired, like it's beyond me just now. But I also engage in some nasty self-talk when I'm in front of the mirror, accusing myself of being lazy, making excuses and letting myself slip back into bad habits. This is not a good place to be in, to feel unhappy but unable to change. It's the place of inertia.
I tell myself that I can wait until I am less stressed, but what if I am never less stressed? What if this is the new normal?
I need a clearer head. I need some rest. Which I won't get this weekend, unfortunately. I've got to drive downstate with my mother in her minivan, pick up a loveseat, stay overnight and drive back. No laying around, not till next weekend. And then, next Tuesday, another round of presentations at 11 AM and 10:30 PM, for anyone who missed this past Tuesday.

Please make yourself completely at home.
I could see that just might cause a hormonal event, absolutely.
So now I have to deal with getting a "gap exception" so that they will cover more of the fees. Genetic testing is $$$ and that makes a big difference between 70% and 90% coverage (plus an additional $700 deductible). I hate health insurance!