Ever onward

So, I've been farting around long enough this year. I decided it was finally time to set some goals and at least make a real effort to get things moving again, thus my new page up there "11 weeks, 11 pounds". That's how long till my 35th birthday, and that's how much to get me under 200. Well, maybe a smidge more. I weighed 213 this morning -- probably cuz I had a cupcake and a cookie and a brownie and some other junk that shall not be named over the weekend. Let's just say I was PMSing something FIERCE. I'm back to logging my foods on myfitnesspal.com, aiming for 1200 cals/day.

I was reading about Food Constitutions over at Refuse to Regain, and I think this might be something worth mulling over. Stay tuned, it's still being mulled. As a start though, I offer you a few things I have learned about myself over the past six weeks with the elimination diet:

• processed food gives me cystic acne
• large amounts of wheat puts me in a coma
• sugar, honey, etc does not affect me adversely when used in moderation
• dairy makes me gassy and bloated
• dates give me wretched heartburn. WTF?!
• lamb is good, but I don't like the smell
• if I stay away from sugar for about three days, I not longer crave it
• a tablespoon of ground flaxseed a day keeps constipation away!

So there is the beginning of my food constitution. 

In other news, my left eyelid has been twitching for four days. I know this is usually from stress or lack of sleep, both of which I am experiencing right now. I got accepted into the June section of the practical exam for my EEG registry. I'm nervous! There is much preparation to be done. I keep catching myself scrunching up my eye trying to make it stop twitching -- I probably look like I am seizing myself! Note to self: cut it out. Another sign of stress for me? My fingers are a mess. When I'm nervous or bothered, I pick at the skin around my nails. Sometimes till it bleeds and hurts. It's f'd, I know. I can't help it.

On that note, I better go grab what little sleep I can --just in case the tater tot decides she needs to watch Tinkerbell again at 1:30 in the morning.