So yesterday I had my oat bran/protein powder/apple/almond breakfast and then for dinner I had a whole can of Marie Callendar Chicken Pot Pie soup (listen to me, isn't that cute: "a whole can of soup") with some mustard greens and turnips out of my parents' fridge. All coming to 750 calories by the end of the day and no desire to eat more. Either "those days will happen" or I have taken my appetite to the chopping block and left a huge chunk of it behind. I will definitely be losing my hair. I'm not hungry, but I am supposed to be eating more than that. I didn't notice anything special to report from my scale this morning.
Bad news, I'm still not exercising much. I do dread it, because I'm not in shape, the idea of being active sounds like a pain. Though my rational memory knows it feels better to be in shape, my body isn't feeling it. I've spent my 30s feeling old. Sometimes literally one foot in the grave, like in my 70s or 80s. I don't want to make the same mistake for my 40s. I think that will involve physical activity and a mental attitude of welcoming every new day and attacking new challenges instead of ducking and hiding from it. Looking forward to tackling the days of my life. So I'm thinking of making some adjustments to my mental inner monologue.