Yesterday was rough and today the same.
I actually lost both days, 1.6 yesterday and 0.6 today. I’m down 8.6 pounds total, and well under 360.
But I’m losing my interest and my enthusiasm. I’ve stopped caring. I’m eating low-carb because that’s what’s in the house. I’m sure if there were a bag of Goldfish handy I’d dive right in.
I didn’t exercise yesterday, and I didn’t drink enough water. I don’t want to be here, but I don’t know a way out. Maybe I do need anti-depressants.
Maybe I’m tired. My sleep schedule is off. But whatever it is, I want it over.