I don't know what I weigh right this second. The other day it was 154.8 which I was pretty happy about given the fact that I ate like a pig for a month while Joe was home and didn't work out at all. I'm weird, I eat when I'm happy, not when I'm worried or upset, or nervous, or any other negative emotion you care to throw out there. But Joe left just over a week ago and my appetite left with him. I've lost 2 lbs without even trying...nothing sounds good, nothing tastes good. I eat, but meh, I could do without it. In fact today, I had to force myself to eat at all, which sounds funny when you think about the fact that it's me we're talking about here. Anyway, i'm sure it'll pass. I just thought I'd post since I haven't for awhile...carry on ;)
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Wow...I wish that worked for me. Seeing that I'm depressed and all. It's too bad I eat for EVERY emotion. Bummer.
I'm sad that you are sad. I hope, for your sake, that it does pass soon. :)
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