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I’ve been starving for more than a week, and I have lost ONE pound  almost. My dietetician was not happy. Nor me. I should “kill myself with sports”. Instead, I walked. I logged, so far, since monday eleven km. But… I worked hard, and couldn’d do weights, and besides, I was so tired I barely could walk. Maybe it is my beloved thyroid (pills help the clinical situation, but don’t increase my metabolism). Maybe I work too much, but I haven’t still managed to get off my work number two, as I should. I worked to prepare an event that went on yesterday, and it was great, ok, but yesterday evening I passed off on the couch (the cat wanted to play instead), and I had a work lunch that was not dietetic (I skipped the dessert, tough, and I felt brave).

I could spend some more time to beat on myself, but I have almost an hour left before dinner, and well, here are my weights (at least I’ll put something down  from yesterday)…

kisses (to you all… we deserve some kiss, I think)

I’m still starving: 4 servings of proteins,  3 of fruits, vegetables as I like,  2 servings of carbs at breakfast, plus a 100 cal. snack  mid - morning ( and nothing else), 5 servings of fat (aka 5 teaspoons of olive oil). My doctor’s scale read 162 pound at the the weight in ( and he was not happy, you figure).

This morning I was back at 160 at my scale.

It’s not bad… (but I cheated: yesterday evening I had a baked potato…)

How do you cope with irregolarities in your cycle? At 48, and used to have menstruations always in time, like a clock, for the last twenty years, when I missed a month last february, and now that I had a 40 days cycle, I got frenzy. My ob - gyn says it is normal, and he is surely right, but it was not him that couldn’t put on a tight pair of jeans because of bloating. And I was nervous as hell, which dind’t help my relations in general, and particularly with my husband.

What helped, you girls like me? (I didn’t dare to weight myself)

Ok, so I found the nerve to step up my scale, and it was bad news: 160 pounds. I’m at my heaviest. I’m still sick, of course, but this is not an excuse, I can’t claim I’m bloating or else. If I felt fat during the past weeks, now I certainly am. And since I’ve got a fever, I don’t know if I’m able to go to to the doctor tomorrow. I’ll go back to a more severe and controlled diet for sure, but my, it is hard.

I got a pre  - flu flu. A pre-flu means that, since the real epidemic will be in say two months, if you got sick before, it is not a real flu. A pre - flu. But, since I usually get a shot early in november, I am usually well (usually…a lot of people will remember my New Year Eve flu last December) in winter, and really bad before, like right now. Ok, maybe it was cold in the mountains last friday, or it’s freezing cold in my husband’s old apartment, or there are too many open windows at school, I don’t know, but I sneeze, cough and have a borderline temperature. I’m in bed. With a series of things to do lurking, at home (it’ a mess), at school (tomorrow I’m calling in sick) and outside (on tuesday I have to mentor a friend who is going to ask for a grant from a Foundation - guess who’s going to drive?) I suspect that illnesses like this come when I need rest. What do you think? (any idea of healthy eating or else is on hold - I’m taking pills, a lot of pills…)