with the stroke and the death of a family member came many things. including loss of appetite and weight loss.
now my appetite has returned with a vengeance–well, not appetite really, but more like zombie eating. that sort of sick “i’ve got to fill a hole somewhere inside my emotions” kind of eating where i’m not even THERE when i eat. i eat when i’m full. i’m eating really old leftovers.
i’m not exercising.
tonight, i measured my waistline.
ugh. i’m 2 inches bigger around
Update 5/7/07: okay. i woke up this morning and measured myself again. i’m 1 inch bigger around, not 2. still not good, but not so devastating either. i don’t want to relive the 2 inches bigger than before moment though.