So my day is reaching something very close to a resting point, if you don't count dinner for five and picking up my MIL's medicine and salting her walk and dropping off a c-diff sample and shopping for my daughter's gifts and buying birthday party food for nine 8th grade girls. Believe it or not, this represents the downhill portion of the day. Not that I'm counting or anything, but in ten days exactly I get to go back to something resembling a normal schedule, and I am going to burn some calories clicking my heels, you can believe it.
Good News: Wednesday (my last visit to the scale) I weighed 170 again. Yay.
Less Good News: Today I came home starving and stressed with exactly 7 minutes to cram in enough food to sustain life, or at least keep me from the dreaded Intermittent Fast (horror!) In seven minutes I had
a protein shake
2 mini boxes of Nerds at 50 calories each
6 small squares= between 1-2 ounces of Cadbury Fruit N Nut Bar (all there was)
8 pecan halves
And half an hour later I had a slice of cheese and 2 more triscuits.
When I let it go too late, I have a hard time catching up-- my body doesn't seem to want to flip over into, "I'm good, thanks. You can stop!" When I am generally in better shape I seem to handle it better, but my sugars are up even if my weight is down. I wonder if metformin helps with that FEED ME NOW feeling. All the carbs I just ate are probably not going to help me with lower sugars/feeling better/normal hunger vs feeding frenzy.
Anybody out there with this problem? I don't feel like I'm eating to stuff down emotional distress or because I have to have more of that fabulous __________. I'm eating to feel like I'm fed, and sometimes (when my sugar is racing around in my blood stream instead of in my cells) it's really hard to get there. What about you? Does this happen to you too?