I don't think that even after three years of counting calories I can estimate the damage done yesterday. It was the first time I can remember that I ate because of how I was feeling. I was so frustrated with my CWFH that I ate far, far more than I was hungry for. And I can feel that today.

Its so fascinating and frustrating that we/I punish ourselves for what someone has done. For the way somoene else has caused us to feel. I kept thinking, "I bet that Four Agreements book has some insight into this." I haven't started it yet.

I rarely get headaches and I can still feel the one I had yesterday. Normally I'd OD on Ibuprophen but I can't do that now. I took a few, but not enough to knock the headache out totally.

Its 6am. I couldn't go back to sleep after taking the dog out. I think I might work out. Gasp. Twenty minutes on the Elipse. My tender breasts can't take much bouncing.

I'm so impressed and proud of the way my friends are getting on their horses and riding their last pounds out - Courtney, Jennie, Stace, etc. As I've often thought, the first part of losing is less challenging, in my opinion, that the last part or the re-do's or maintenance. So, I find I have more respect for those later-on efforts when it isn't new or glam any more. At that stage it means a committment and a change have taken hold.

My little walnut turned 11 weeks old yesterday. S said that his friend's wife is pregnant - just a few weeks too. I wish I knew her better. I will try to connect with her if I can. The akward thing is that she is very close to S's old girlfriend. I don't think she remembers their relationship, though, so perhaps it isn't awkward.

There is something wrong with my Experian credit report. I have both my Equifax one and my TransUnion one, and there is only one error on those, but I was denied an home equity loan by a bank that only uses Experian. And I have nearly perfect credit (or should) so I need to look into that.

I woke up today without feeling queasy.

Okay - off to the Elipse.