-8.5lbs since Jan 1 2013
Well, the good news is: my scales aren’t borked!
The bad news is, I had a terrible week in which I didn’t do my Fasting Days, and my mood was basically:
I did finish my EMDR therapy last Thursday, which left me with an overwhelming feeling of, “Wow, I feel better for that,” coupled with, “YAY I DON’T HAVE TO SPEND £4 ON BUS FARE EVERY WEEK NOW!” except that I’m going to have to at some point, because I have £8.30 in a Starbucks voucher to use up, and the closest one is in East Kilbride.
(I bought it on a £10 for £5 thing so that I could go get coffee after therapy. I didn’t realise that therapy would be finishing THIS WEEK.)
What it didn’t help me with is the food addiction. So I’m going to have to phone up Dr. Walton and say, “Halp pls.”
Except, you know. Not in internet terms.
It’s nice, though, being able to look in the mirror and go, “Okay, the fat is not disgusting. It is what it is. If I make changes, it will change and go away. Underneath this fat is an awesome, funny, potentially really sexy person.”
I just need to, you know. Make the changes.
And if that means MOAR THERAPY, then so be it. Dr. Walton seemed kind of cool. Bring on whatever needs to be brought on to help me make the changes permanent.
I’m sick of this up and down lark.