Well, this week I'm down a measly 0.6 lbs. I suppose I've had really good losses for the last 6 weeks, so I was due for a bit of a slow-down while my body adjusts. Plus, at the risk of TMI, drinking a bottle of Pepto-Bismal pretty much turns all your insides into solid rock, so ...
Anyway, I'm feeling kinda grouchy today. It's pouring rain, work is being annoying, and the peach I had at breakfast was very unripe and not tasty. I'd give my left arm (or at least a picture of it) to be home in bed right now, with my sweetie and my kitties.
At least it's Friday. I have a feeling I'm going to have to tell myself that a lot before 5pm gets here. At least it's Friday.
