I've been seeing the dietician for 10 months now. Every Tuesday, first appointment, 8:10am. I'm thinking of getting her an 'anniversary' gift. It's the most appointments I've ever had with the same medical professional. It's a miracle that she still puts up with me, but I'd be lost without her support.
My weight stayed the same today, and I sighed in relief that I hadn't gained. My calorie intake's been anywhere between 6-800 each day. I'm cooking family dinners again sometimes, when I have the energy. One night I made Beef Wellington for my mum, and a little veggie & beef stew for me. Another night we defrosted some extra-light lasagna I made a few months back. Then mum helped me prepare chicken in white wine sauce with garlic mashed potatoes. It's a way of justifying the calories, to spend time preparing it. A 'proper' dinner gets my calories to 7-800 a day. Mum also tries to persuade me into, what I'd consider, indulgent snacks, at least once a day at the moment. Sometimes it works, and I succumb to an extra hundred calories or so.
Honestly, I feel frantic when my calories start to reach 800, and I've been desperately trying to keep them under. My breakfast (wholemeal toast, nonfat yoghurt) and lunch (two apples) haven't changed a single day. Both come to around 100 calories each, and I don't really want to change then right now. The dietician has asked me to make at least one snack, ideally both, a bit larger, which will boost my daily calories closer to 900-1,000. Too much. Far too much. I doubt I'll eat that much every day. I don't want to.
In other news, I've been feeling awful for a few days now. The past two mornings I've woken up in a sweat, and have thrown up my morning coffees within 5 minutes of finishing them. What a great way to start the morning. I'm running a fever, chilly all the time, to the point of having goosebumps while sweating. Little-to-no sleep. Headache from hell. Mum's been asking me to consider seeing a doctor, and I am, but I keep saying "I'll see how it goes". I have an appointment in a week, and I still need to get a blood test. I'll be fine until then.
That said, I'm going to ask the lovely GP for fortnightly appointments. The dietician has been pushing me to see her more often, and has several things she wants me to get checked out as soon as possible. Not to mention that I literally have a list of health concerns to get through, and I'm not making a dint seeing her monthly.
Tonight I'm making wholemeal pizzas with low-fat toppings as a treat for my family and I. Apparently they're a new favorite with all of us. Skipping the wine this week, as I feel too ill. Just Coke Zero and plenty of water for me.