In a sense, I'm very disappointed: I'd been doing so well, and now I feel pretty blah again. No energy, a little light-headed, that kind of thing. It's possible that I haven't been eating enough to make up for the greater number of calories I'm theoretically burning by having actual muscle tissue (such as it is -- har!). I ordered a body fat measuring device so I can run my metabolism and see what the difference is between now and a couple of months ago.
Maybe I can have more food. That'd be nice: 1200 calories a day is not much. Heck, you can blow through that with a Happy Meal at Mickey D's. :-)
I have been feeling a lot hungrier the last week or so. Maybe that's a sign that I need to eat more. On the other hand, I NEVER used to eat during the day, and now I'm eating (or drinking) something every couple of hours it seems, whether it's a protein bar or popcorn/rice cakes or other munchies. I'm eating more often than I used to anyway, so it seems like that should be fine, but the way I feel sure feels like how I used to feel when I'd forget to eat for three days, so who knows?
No one thinks I should be worrying about calories. I think the only reason I am is that one day, I was talking to a friend about how I was kind of bummed that I couldn't take pride in my weight loss since it happened due to illness. She said something like, "That's true, but if you can maintain it, then you can take pride in that." I guess I sort of took that to heart, and now that I've lost the weight, I don't want to gain it back.
Well, at least not until after my high school reunion. heheh
Or until I've managed to wear all those lovely tiny clothes that banshree made me buy at the garage sales this weekend.
Maybe I am stressing a bit about the calories too much, though.
Anyway, I'll start writing again when my head gets a little less foggy. Now, I think I'll go get a pizza.