Week 14

Down 51 Pounds.  Woot.

I'm afraid I might not have much that is very positive to say.  I feel all cranky and downright bitchy today.

The saga of the miserable periods since having had surgery continues.  I can't believe it still takes me by surprise, but, when it started last night, this understanding immediately crept in.

Ah yes... this is why I've been running at an energy deficit for a week.  This is why it's difficult to get out of bed.  This is why I'm on edge and my buttons are easily pushed.

I've known for years that I run an Iron deficiency during this time of the month, and, I guess when you really aren't taking in much in the way of food, that can feel magnified.  How I'd love to do what I'd normally do, pre surgery, and eat a huge, bloody rare steak.  But... no steak for 2 more months.  I've had success with small portions of beef here and there, but I don't want to risk it and make one of my favorite meals become a nightmare.  Nope... I'll wait until they've told me it's okay to have it.

It's important to keep remembering that this is a process, and the ONLY reason I feel so crappy today is because of Aunt Flo and her bitch ass ways.

I tried a crustless quiche this week.  MAN was that ever good, and it was soooo easy to make.  I was a bit ambivalent about the eggs, but it was only egg whites, and I had no problems with it.  The next day, I tried a little bit of an omelet that Michael made.  It upset my stomach.  I definitely think my problem is with the egg yolks.  That sucks because it's my favorite part. Maybe it'll get better in time, though.  Then again, maybe it won't, and I'm sure I'll get over it.  Some things that I can never have again are a faint unpleasant memory to me... you know, like caffeine.  I don't miss it.  Not even a little bit.  There's something liberating about knowing that you're wide awake on your own steam and not because of some vile addiction.