No contact lenses until Monday, which means I will miss swimming again. I've tried swimming without my contacts and I can't see the board, or the clock, or recognize people. I am going to take it easy until after my appointment on Tuesday, and just do some walking to keep active. Then, I hope, I might actually be able to get back to some kind of an exercise schedule. I think my souped-up anxiety about my possible death yesterday, and waking up in the middle of the night to worry about money last night, have a lot to do with the fact that I haven't been able to use exercise to unwind the tight little spring that lives inside my brain.
My weight is holding steady at 181.6. This is week 3 in my Pill pack, so I would expect to be up a bit. Next week is the week in my cycle where I would expect to have a bigger weight loss. I learned this from my Weight Watchers agita. Week 1, down a little. Week 2, down a little. Week 3, up. Week 4, down a lot. One of the advantages of weighing in at home is that I can take note of what the scale is doing as feedback, consider all the variables, and move on. Maybe next week could be the week that I finally break out of the 180s. which has taken longer than expected because of all these setbacks. If DietBet just helps me break that 180 barrier, it is worth the $25. I am still in it to win it, though. I am at 30% of my weight goal with 23 days left to lose 5.2 pounds.
Last night was the first night of a new term, and it went really well. This class is lively -- they goof around a little, but they do actively participate in discussion, unlike one of the classes I had last term. I feel hopeful about them too. I had been dreading starting a new class because of how bad I was feeling, and they made it fun.
Spring just might come after all, too. And maybe I'll finally be well enough to enjoy it.