Suppression is really high at the minute - 5mg. I'm struggling to remember to eat. I'm so busy at work, it's easy to just get absorbed in endless calls and deadlines. I just looked up and realised I haven't eaten anything today and it's ten past 3 - so I'm scarfing some fruit.
It worries me a bit that I kinda like it.
I have such a long way to go. 3.5 stone at the very least, and I'll still be overweight at that. I can objectively see that I've done really well, and I look loads better in clothes. But naked, it's a horror show of wobble and rolls and having been happy to just plod along observing the changes to my body, I'm now getting impatient/daunted by the scale of what still needs to go, and wanting to accelerate it along faster.
It's weighing myself that's done this. I know I shouldn't have. When I don't know the number, I can just assume there's probably only a couple of stone to go, I'll get there when I get there. Knowing the numbers... I'm obsessing over the numbers, and wanting to drive them down fast.
Kicking myself for starting to weigh myself.