Week two is now finished. I probably would have done better, but I definitely blew the ratio this weekend, with two roast-beef sandwiches (albeit on whole-wheat buns), lasagna, and pizza. It’s Tuesday and I’m still coming down from the carbs. With all that said, however, I think that only on Sunday did I clear a thousand calories.
At the moment it looks like I lost five more pounds this week, which isn’t too bad, but things have really been fluctuating the last couple of days so I don’t know if it was really that much. We’ve reintroduced small amounts of baked potato and bread, which helps, but it doesn’t constitute 10% of my diet (at least I don’t think so).
I saw my liver specialist on Thursday, and I’m still waiting to hear back from her on my blood tests. The delay is a little bit surprising; usually I hear from her in a day or two. I’m hoping it’s something along the lines of “how can your numbers be this good? Your awesome diet is curing your liver!” …but I’m not holding my breath.
I think we’re about to the point where I’m going to have to start a regime of exercise. And “regime,” with all its negative connotations, seems like just the right word. I have finished one mostly-veggie weight loss book, and I’m about to start the low-carb book recommended by Jollyblogger to see what the other side says, just in case. Yes, I’m hedging my bets.
I do feel better, overall, and I have more energy. I’m a little more upbeat, which is a good thing because I had a couple of Serious Conversations and a death in the family in the last week and that would have been tough otherwise.
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