Granted, I started off a bit artificially high because of my bad eating in San Francisco, but when I came back from my trip two weeks ago, the scale said 170, and last night before I broke my fast, I was at 163.8. That's 6.8 pounds in two weeks. Maybe sometime soon I'll start seeing some new numbers on the scale (the lowest I've seen is 163)!
My weight loss would have been even more dramatic, I'm sure, if I had actually stuck to a low-carb diet, but I've completely been splurging during my eating window. Because of that, most days, I'm limiting my eating window to one hour, instead of five. I'm trying to just eat one meal and maybe a snack during my window and then shutting down the kitchen.
Today I'm feeling sick and exhausted ... I've got a cold that just won't seem to go away. I actually think I had one cold, started to get over it, and then got a second cold. This one is killing me with congestion and coughing, and I haven't been sleeping well, which I know has been keeping Josh awake. I think I'll probably sleep in the living room tonight so maybe one of us can get some rest. And I'm thinking about heading home early tonight. I don't have much to do, and I could really use the rest.
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