I'm not going to sit here and cry about my weight not dropping. Why? Because there's no one to blame but me. So I'm gonna fix it.
I'm not feeling much better today, but I made myself half useful this morning and made a batch of soup. Tomato & basil, with carrot and celery and things. Very, very yummy. So that's lunch sorted for 50 calories a cup, with a side of crispbread and maybe an apple.
I will never not love soup and salads.
I'm going to cut it fine with my carbs today, but I think I'll be alright as long as I don't have breakfast late tomorrow. I'll come in a little under 600 today, which is just wonderful considering 500 is my minimum. I doubt I'll be doing much else today, but I'm going to try to get some cleaning done tomorrow. It's just one of those days where all I want to do is lie in bed (okay, so that's most days).
I will have my weight drop next week. No room for tears or complaining, just improvement. If I don't lose weight at my next weigh-in, all hell will break loose. There are no excuses.
Oh, and I'm going to try to get to the GP for a walk-in appointment on Sunday morning. I've been trying to get there for a couple of weeks, but I'm really hoping this week will be the week I can get there. I'll leave in tears, I always do, but I still need to get my OBs taken at least for my dietician's sake.
Love to you all, sorry I'm bouncing all over the place with my moods lately.