IN A RAGE
Here's the scoop. I see my doctor on Thursday morning at 7:00 AM. He prefers me thinner and tells me I'm lucky not to have blood sugar problems. He expects me to come in trim.
He's going to be disappointed. I went into diet mode after we returned from our Florida trip. I was getting there. I was progressing. Until Saturday.
Nothing especially different in activity or eating but a slight gain. A little concern, a little wake up call.
So instead of walking 3 miles a day, we walked 5 miles yesterday.
Not splurging, no purging, no regurging.
But the scales showed me a weight gain of nearly half a pound. When I was expecting at least a loss of one, maybe two. I mean Saturday and Sunday lunch was a salad. Huge with light dressing, but c'mon.
So today, I'm not eating any salad and walking 7 miles. Ok, probably not.
If you don't hear from me until after my Dr. Lakin thrashing, you'll know I'm still in a lousy mood. Or maybe I'm just too weak to hit the keyboard.
Here's the scoop. I see my doctor on Thursday morning at 7:00 AM. He prefers me thinner and tells me I'm lucky not to have blood sugar problems. He expects me to come in trim.
He's going to be disappointed. I went into diet mode after we returned from our Florida trip. I was getting there. I was progressing. Until Saturday.
Nothing especially different in activity or eating but a slight gain. A little concern, a little wake up call.
So instead of walking 3 miles a day, we walked 5 miles yesterday.
Not splurging, no purging, no regurging.
But the scales showed me a weight gain of nearly half a pound. When I was expecting at least a loss of one, maybe two. I mean Saturday and Sunday lunch was a salad. Huge with light dressing, but c'mon.
So today, I'm not eating any salad and walking 7 miles. Ok, probably not.
If you don't hear from me until after my Dr. Lakin thrashing, you'll know I'm still in a lousy mood. Or maybe I'm just too weak to hit the keyboard.