I've been using Fridays as my weigh in day although often step on the scale Monday or Tuesday to make sure I am not too surprised Friday. The last three Fridays I had plateaued and really thought I was turning a corner. My sleep had gotten better too.
Well, today when I stepped on the scale I was 2.4 pounds down from last Friday. I have lost 20.5 pounds since this all started at the beginning of the summer.
So when my husband texted yesterday "I hope you're doing well" (and then went on to make sure I knew his package was arriving that day), I really wanted to say "I'm not doing well and it is because of you, your lack of integrity, and how little you seem to care about me despite pretending to." Yup, still in the angry stage with a foot in the depression stage.
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