Day 14

Last night I laid in bed, thinking over the day. It was another good, controlled day. I held my hip bones in my hands and I was comforted by them; I could barely feel them 8 months ago because I was so fat.

I'm now 142.8 pounds, and I've lost 6.8 pounds in the last 2 weeks. I should be more happy about this, but I feel like my goal of 119 is soooo far away.

24 more pounds to go. It feels like a million.

I find I'm using the ipad app I downloaded for keeping track of my calories more and more (MyNetDiary). I enter the food I plan on eating for the day, and then spend way too much time analyzing and whitling down the food to reduce the calories.

I'm having a lot of difficulty focusing on work.

It could be the time of year (its the slow time for us), but it could also be my current pre-occupation (obsession?) with my food and drink consumption.

All I want to do is lose myself in video games, or sit in the corner of the couch and cross-stitch while watching the Food Network.

I'm so boring when I'm sober.