No walking to Rivendell (or Lothlorien) this morning on the treadmill. I did get it set up last night, and the TV, too. But it turned out the TV’s remote requires 3a batteries, not 2a batteries, and we have none of those. Which, ok, yes, I am aware there are OTHER WAYS to turn on a tv besides the remote, but given that the idea here is that I walk and not keep leaping off the treadmill to try to fix sound, captioning, etc and whatever, and the controls for the tv are on top of it, and it is currently positioned well above my head, so I literally can’t reach them without crawling onto the dryer. So screw it. I’ll get batteries today. :P
Official weigh-in today. All week I have thought it was Friday. Today I think it’s Tuesday. WTF, over. Anyway. I’m weighing in at 175, which is a 4 pound gain or so over the last few weeks when I haven’t been exercising much and have been allowing myself to eat sweets. Sweets are bad. :P I still weigh less than I did at Christmas (by several pounds, actually), but for some reason, man, I’m unhappy about the gain. I mean, I should be phlegmatic because hey, I’m back on no sweets and yadda yadda yadda, but I’m very crabby about it today. :(
It’s cold out. 13 degrees. But the sky was (just barely) starting to get light at 8:15, so that’s something, at least.
Meh. I know how you feel. I was initially delighted at not gaining weight over the holidays, but going another few weeks without losing anything was worse.
The whole sick thing combined with my lack of appetite had me hopeful that I’d y’know, at least kickstart my weight loss again, but I appear only to be hungry for bad-for-me things. Like peanut butter and white bread. Mac & Cheese. Feh.
Here’s hoping for both of us, anyway.