and posted it this morning before I weighed myself.

I’ve already changed my mind (again) about not worrying/paying attention to my weight.

127.0.

And my waist is pretty much the same as when I was 122 over 10 years ago.

I’ve got to get a better grip on what I’m eating. I know I was sick one day, but this morning was even lower than yesterday even though I (thought) I ate plenty yesterday. Clearly just eating what I’m hungry for isn’t enough. I’ve even been eating a snack every night before bed even though I’m not hungry then because I always get hungry when I’m up during the night.

I’m not even feeling the stress any more like I was at first when I was adjusting.

Of course, the disordered part of my brain is cheering because I’m almost the smallest I’ve ever been. I’m just going to have to fight that to do what I have to to take care of myself so I can take care of Ryland.

I guess it’s for the best that I haven’t had the opportunity to run because then I’d be burning energy I don’t have stored away.