Today is a low energy day. PMS is now over, so my back is killing me.
I had a bunch of conference calls that canceled at the last minute, and no responses back to docs I sent out last week and this weekend, so I am in a lull. I needed a lull. It’s been stressful and intense and I am a little freaked out about job-related stuff.
I have been working so much, battling my own hormones, and figuring out plans big and small.
I am on day 2 of the diet. My eating is solid. I am being aware and careful, but it’s not eating at home that’s the problem. Frankly, none of it is a problem . . . I am still a slightly smaller than a 4, but I want to drop 4 pounds, so I am working on it. I could swear off booze, pizza, and chinese for two weeks and drop 4 pounds, and that’s basically what I am doing. I had intentionally gained to 118-122 in June and now I am losing it. I tried before, but the disordered bit kicked in, so I held off. Now I feel better and I am back to it.
The second part of my plan is to integrate more regular exercise that will not reinjure my bad foot. To that end, I am starting a training thing with BFD. It’s something he’s been doing for months, he has gotten Hot Neighbor into it (well, technically, I did, but BFD is sponsoring him for now), and I am excited to get involved.
I had intended to start my training program this afternoon, but BFD seemed hurt/insulted that I would go without him, so I am delaying until Thursday when we can go together. I wanted to get over my nerves (I am extremely apprehensive about being terrible), break the ice on my own, and meet people separately from him. He wants to be with me for whatever reason. It’s important to him, so I acquiesced.