DH packed the scale yesterday! OMG! What was he thinking?!?!?!
I won't be able to record my weekly Wednesday weigh-in (my 'official' one that goes on my spreadsheet). I am seriously jonesing for my daily weigh-in. Twitch. Twitch. TWITCH!
So, the good news is, however, I will have a week of no weighing in. As much as that makes me twitch, it's probably also a good thing for me mentally at this stage of the game. At least, that's what I am telling myself.
With as hard as we are working, there's NO WAY I won't lose this week. No way.
And get this...
We went out with MIL last night to a Japanese steakhouse. I got the seafood udon bowl - full of very hot broth, tons of veggies, udon noodles, scallops, shrimp, fish, and fish cake. I did so good - took it slow and ate a bit of everything, even the noodles. No problems, no stuck, felt good. It was a great bandster meal.
Then we headed to Cold Stone, and I got a kid's chocolate peanut butter. Two bites in and STUCK. I ended up having to pull over on the way home and PB out the side of the car. Poor DH. But poor me - WTF? Shrimp and scallops are fine, but ice cream makes me PB?!?!?!
And I know it was only the ice cream, because that's all that came up (along with tons of mucus). One easy PB and I was fine. Sigh. Fortunately, it didn't irritate me since it was a relatively painless one and I am doing fine today. But it's weird. It's almost like mushies are more of a problem for me than real food is. But I am not giving up on ice cream yet!