The Wednesday Whine becomes the Thursday Threnody!

Sorry about missing last week. It *was* Thanksgiving, you know, and I was on the road to large amounts of turkey and mashed potatoes.

And just back from the doctor. I've been having some belly issues for a while. I thought at first they were gallbladder problems, but they're not. It seems instead that I have some sort of stress-related, weird gastroenteritis. It's landed me on a combination of generic Zantac and Cipro, both of which seem to be helping so far.

Unfortunately, it's cut hard into both working out and eating well. There were days I felt like such absolute unmitigated shit that I wasn't able to keep up even a brisk walk, let alone go through the sort of grueling session that Attila demands (see Cranky Fitness for more details). There were also days when I couldn't eat anything, or days when I could eat only, say, ramen or white toast or juice.

However! I haven't put any weight back on. Because of the lack of consistent exercise, I've gotten a little baggier in spots, but I'm not actually any fatter than I was a month ago when all this started.

Now that I'm feeling more human again, it's time to get back to the Weight Watchers thing. There's something about an achy tummy that makes lean proteins and vegetables really, *really* unappealing....but they're starting to look better. Twenty-two points a day, broccoli and salmon, salad and fruit ahoy!

I've taken off fifteen pounds so far and have twenty-five more to go, but I'm not looking at it that way. I have another fifteen pounds, I tell myself, and that's all I'm concentrating on for now. Plus, my cholesterol was not as good as I'd like, though better than when I started this whole diet/exercise thing, so I'm looking now at low-chol options through WW. *sigh* Does this mean no more sausage and bacon for brekkers? I think, between the weight, belly, and cholesterol of 212, it does.

So. More next week, after a weigh-in. Yesterday's weight was 174. Oh! And that skirt I bought that I was hoping to fit into by January? I put on last week. The waist fits, though the combination of its fabric and my thigh muscles put me in mind of Patrick Swayze in "To Wong Foo: Thanks for Everything". You can't win 'em all.