I hate how my weight goes up and down, up and down. Today I’m up almost seven pounds since Monday.
I need more sleep. I need to come home and crochet and stay off the computer and go to bed at a decent hour. Whether or not I’m up worrying, I think my body interprets lack of sleep as “too worried to sleep” and makes cortisol. Or who knows. I just know I need to get some rest.
Right now I just want to be at 345, comfortably away from 350. Monday I was flirting with 350, but now I’m back up to 360. *sigh*