Good news, smonster!
I felt marginally better when I got up this morning, but now looking at all the work in my inbox and the piles of things I have to do at home and the business trip in two weeks I have to find clothes for... I want chocolate and rum and a houseboy. Also, a quiet cat. SHUT UP DARLING.
I lost ten pounds. That's good. I haven't been able to stick to the diet for a week. That's not good. But I didn't put any of the weight back on, so that's good. Trying to concentrate on the good, and not on the boxes of chocolate I want to be eating right now. Damn hormones.