1/29 (aka, what day is it anyway?)

Last night I laid in bed running through cravings for pasta and chocolate and really just a big bowl of pasta with cheese because I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and just wanted comfort food.  Of course, I didn't really *want* it, I was just craving the feelings I associated with it.  If I had actually broken down and eaten it (I didn't), I think I would have felt like somebody had punched me in the face and the head even more.

I slept like a train wreck when I eventually fell asleep, and my alarm didn't go off this morning.  Turns out that was because I didn't set my alarm.  Oops.  Sun woke me up around 8 with a start, I threw my pre-packed meal in my bag and found a skirt and top that kind of went together, and out the door I went.

In news related to hormones and cravings, I felt comfortable bringing down the dosage on my blood sugar medicine again.  I don't monitor my blood sugar with a monitor, but I think after 5+ years of struggling with this I'm pretty in tune to my body's reaction.  Sometimes I think if my metformin dose is too high, it impedes my ability to lose weight.  It's finding a sweet spot as my diet allows my body to heal and react more naturally to food and life.

Will report back.

Broccoli, leftover sirloin, coffee with coconut milk. Injured wrist supplies and expense reports make a cameo in the background.

Same lunch as yesterday.  No regrets.

Not really sure what happened with the avocado dip but it was good.  The asparagus was amazing. Cameo by my oly shoes.