So, I had to put my beloved 17 year old cat to sleep last night. I had him since I was 21 years old -- a wedding gift from my husband who passed away many many years ago. They are together now. But anyway, I am teetering back and forth between not eating anything or eating everything in sight. I can't seem to find a happy medium. I'm afraid to NOT eat because I made that mistake early on in my weight loss process and it really messed me up. But I know that endulging in a big creasy cheeseburger isn't going to help me either.
I'm really just venting at this point. This too shall pass.