Losing a part of me

Some people might try to read into the fact that I skipped lunch yesterday. They might ask if I went overboard with my breakfast outing with my friend; they might even ask if, knowing I was that close to dropping back below the 250 mark, I might not be trying to starve myself. The answer to both those questions is no. After breakfast my buddy came over for a cigar. I really needed someone to talk to, and he is one of the few people who knows what is going on, and who has all of the background information. I think he probably gave me good advice. Whether or not I take it… that’s the question. It is not always so easy, even when we recognize the advice is good, to follow it.

Anyways, by the time he left, it was time for me to start my class. I told myself that I would make myself a shake between logging on and starting class, but as soon as I logged in I had students asking me questions. Okay, that’s the entire reason I log in early. I would make my meal replacement during the break. By then, I was not feeling very hungry, and I knew that I would be having dinner in a couple of hours. Bottom line… I ate one less meal than I normally would. Did that affect my reading on the bathroom scale this morning…? It did not. At least, it did not affect it in a good way. My weight was up nearly a full pound from yesterday. Grumble…