Whinge Whinge Moan Moan

I promise to fill you in on my little adventure to Scotland but that will have to wait for tomorrow.

Today I'm disappointed. I'm out of sorts. I'm not happy Jan.

I have barely lost any weight since the uber amazing 4kg loss.

I am lucky to eat a proper meal on any given day. I struggle to eat a full meal. Even if I don't feel a soft stop or a full signal, I stop eating anyway. Most days I don't eat nearly enough. I have started to eat more normal food again (not just mashed veg!).

I know in the last couple of days .. okay, two weeks ... I've been a bit slack ... okay, really slack, with the water thing.

I don't understand what's happening. My body is conspiring against me. I want to kick my own arse.

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My port has been giving me grief on and off for the last couple of days. Unfortunately, my port is located right at the level of my waist which means my trousers are often pressing against the port most of the day (people generally have a port placed just above the waist).

Of course, it couldn't just be my port giving me pain but also my left hip & lower back and both my knees (but particularly my left) are continually aching. At present, it's a continual reminder of what my excess weight is doing to my joints alone (why does your body fall apart just when you're doing something about improving it's state?!).

I feel flat. Disappointed. Frustrated.

Sigh.