And... 155.0. Another night of crap sleep. Due, this time, to Elizabeth's dog, who thought that my getting up to go to the bathroom at 2:30 am signified the onset of breakfast. He was pretty much active and awake from then on - and so were we. Here's yesterday:
- tea with cream
- the usual supplements
- two bags of peanuts (vending)
- a bag of M&Ms (vending)
- grilled chicken caesar salad
- two chocolate cherry almond clusters
- cashews - which didn't even taste all that good; I just wanted something crunchy. Bad.
That was it. Really not all that much. My ankles are still bulbous, though.
I do know what I need to do. It's not that hard - or it wouldn't be if I had a kitchen. But ours is still a construction zone; by the end of the weekend, I hope to have the doors and drawers back in place, but we still won't be able to cook there. Soon. We only have about 2 weeks to go. This has been a lot rougher than I expected.
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