Friday

There's a Twitter abbreviation, FFS.  I'm pretty sure it fits my mood this morning. I stepped on the scale at 158.0 again. I'm constipated as all get-out, so I know it's the lingering aftereffects of the resistant starch in the plantains, but I don't want to see that number on the scale; I'm eating reasonably well, with discipline, and it's hard not to see it rewarded. Ugh.

Here's yesterday:

• turkey sausage
  
• tea with cream
  
• no supplements - left early due to the snowstorm
  
• tangerine
  
• salami (way more than I usually eat)
  
• cheese
  
• caesar salad, no croutons
  
• 6 oz sirloin topped with butter
  
• Southern-style green beans
  
• a glass of riesling
  
• dark chocolate with almonds - 2 squares' worth
  
• pork rinds
  
• 1 tsp honey
  

That was it. We ate out, and when we got back, I had a horrid case of the munchies, leading to the pork rinds and chocolate (not eaten together). I kept some space between eating that and the honey, and slept pretty well.

I'm not fasting today, but I'm going to focus on fat between now and dinner; really ramp it up. Then we will be having a chicken-andouille gumbo soup for dinner, with salad, to get a lot of veg. And at some point, I hope to get my digestive system, er, emptied out.

Weekend plans include another long walk outside - it's supposed to be in the 60's again. And trying to get things back on track. Very discouraging at the moment.