Huh. So yesterday I forced down that big ass breakfast around 8am, then managed a granny smith apple and almond butter around 3, couldn't really stomach the thought of any more food than that. Funny thing is, I slept great, no panic at all, I'm feeling positive and energetic today and I'm down another pound. 182.4 after a week of stalling out. BODY, WTF ARE YOU DOING AND WHY? ...Okay, whatever, it's cool, I feel good again and that's what's important. I just wish I could figure out the formula to stay feeling good. I'm on the right track, more on than off, but sometimes I just don't bloody know.
In other news, I knew my body was getting better when I fell down some stairs. Well, no, falling down the stairs in and of itself was not a great thing, but watching my body bloom and then heal this GIANT bruise in ten days was deeply impressive. I used to take weeks to heal the tiny finger print bruises I tend to end up with all over, now I barely even notice them before they're gone, and I think I'm bruising less easily in general.