DietGirl, I think you are channeling my subconscious, as your last two entries have hit right on the nose what I’ve been thinking about. I have such conflicting mixed emotions about food, about my body, about so many things, lately.
Despite a devastatingly terrible dinner last night, I’m honestly not guilt-ridden. I think I can make up for it. But I’m certainly not going to make lighting-fast progress with occasional indulgences like that in my repertoire. Today was better.
My new scale is confusing me, too. There are just too many darned numbers on there. It measures down to something like .2, both in weight and in body fat percentage. So I’m supposed to hold up there in my mind 189.6 lbs, and 41.4% body fat. I think 7 numbers is the maximum humans can hold in their heads and those decimals make it more difficult, I think. Anyway, I think I need a piece of paper to keep by the scale to write things down upon.
Meanwhile, we have embarked, sort of, on “project pregnancy,” in which we decline to use birth control, and then I freakishly worry about (1) gaining weight and (2) not being pregnant, at the same time. Hmm… Can you say mixed feelings?