My appetite has been on & off. Some days, I could eat anything under the sun, then some days I notice I don't eat anything until later in the day. No bueno. At all. I'll feel better once she is a few days post op, I feel. We all will. I just wish the time would go quickly to set my nerves at ease.
Here's how I did at WI Saturday.
Down 2.2 this week, which puts me 0.2 away from goal. AGAIN.
Normally, I'd be thrilled to see this, but.... well, Mom. Don't get me wrong - I'm happy that I'm close to goal again, just wish the timing were different, you know. The Universe says things other than what I weigh are way more important right now.
Saturday we celebrated Father's Day at Mom & Dad's. Like any family, we don't always get along, but in the end, we're all we've got and we know that.
Send good thoughts to Mom, please? I would sooo appreciate it!