I lost another 2.2 pounds, I'm happy to say. Counting from March 18, that's 7.4 pounds off. I have a long way to go, but now I can look forward to getting into the 180's, as well as the 10-pounds off milestone. I do have to remember that this is after 10 days, not 7. I'll resume going on Thursdays and have to be reconciled to not losing then.
Told Pat I'd like to have fish more often and he's okay with it as long as it's flounder for him, so I gave him that and I had my usual salmon .
I rented the DVD "The Queen" and we watched it last night. Enjoyed it--I hadn't realized it revolved around Princess Diana's death.
I'm now thinking about buying sleeping pills. I've developed a horrible sleep--or non-sleep--pattern recently: I fall asleep easily, but wake up between 1 and 3 am to go to the bathroom, then can't get back to sleep. I toss and turn for several hours, finally drop off, then when I wake at my usual time (5 to 5:30), I want to stay in bed. What's worse is that when I'm awake in the middle of the night, I start worrying and obsessing over things and I get depressed and unhappy.
I think this is part of what I see as my unfortunate emotional cycle: I reach a high when things go wonderfully well and all seems the way it should be (see yesterday's entry), then I slide into a low and start regarding mine as a wasted life. I'm an old lady, my husband is sick, Mother's Day is coming and 3/4ths of my children won't be here, I haven't gotten the income tax done, I have to deny myself food, I don't like having the cleaners here, I still haven't finished clearing the weeds out of the flower bed, and so on and on.
Of course, it doesn't matter that nothing is different from when I was marveling over how lucky I am--attitude is everything*. The one saving grace is that I know this will pass, and I'll be able to bring myself out of it before too long.
*Look up "Richard Cory," one of my favorite lesser poems.