I weighed this morning to find no loss but a gain of two pounds. Maybe I need to go back to induction. It's frustrating. I watch FitDay and I get the nutrients I need, usually way more than what I need. I'm not hungry all the time. The ketostix say I'm in ketosis every time I check. I dunno.

Maybe I'm just eating too much of a good thing. Maybe I'm so stressed at work that my body's in fight-or-flight and won't cut loose.

So I'm sitting here awash in self-pity, which is just stoopid. I'm grateful for the loss I've enjoyed, the absence of reflux, the increased energy, the restful sleep. I'm grateful for a husband who's supportive of my choice, grateful for encouraging friends and family who are pushing for me, and for this little orange kitty who's purring and rubbing herself all over a sleeping 115 lb. German Shepherd Dog here on the floor in front of me. Jett doesn't mind.

Just for today I'll remind myself that gratitude is an action, not a feeling... that success doesn't depend on feelings but action. My goal this weekend: get to the gym and start something really good.