I'm on a weight loss roll right now, however slight it is.
It's slowly but steadily adding up to pounds each month.
A few pounds a month and possibly more.
That works fine with me.
Whenever I'm losing weight I'm happy.
I have been in weight stalls that have lasted for years at a time.
No fun at all.
I really have a hard grip on this time fighting it.
My feet and mind set firmly on losing this weight.
I think I might be losing fat that doesn't show on the scale to go with it.
My one big meal is great but I'm going through quite a bit of discomfort late in the day and into the evening.
Not cravings but stomach discomfort.
A slight knot in my stomach.
Not a lot but constant.
I drink water for it.
I'm going through an emotional crisis and immediately wanted to eat.
I fought it for several hours and didn't give in to it.
I had walked twice yesterday and everything.
I know I'm in ketosis.
I couldn't be anything else.
Looking forward to those two big fat steaks I'm having today helped.
Knowing how good they are going to taste.
My clothes keep getting bigger and bigger on me.
I'm loving the weight loss but dealing with a lot of discomfort.
My knee and ankle not being 100% doesn't help.
Otherwise I would just walk it off.
I got to be careful not to over do it.
They locked up my granddaughter again for nothing.
Her mother and her probation officer.
Bulling a seventeen year old girl.
Since she was fourteen.
Three years now.
Her own mother.
She just turned seventeen a few days ago.
Mean hateful people.
Cruel sadistic mean hateful people.
Child protective services.
Abusing a child.
Tell me this world isn't fucked up.
Bull dykes and lesbians.
Fucked up judges and prosecutors acting in their behalf.