It's been exactly three months since I started Medifast today, and I've lost 44 pounds. I so, so wanted to be below 200 pounds this morning, but nope. I was right at 200.0 again. I don't mind plateaus, but I really wish I could have plateaued at 199.5.
Last night I had another eatmare. I didn't remember it until later this morning, and I don't remember what it was, but I do remember thinking, oh well, I'll just have another (whatever) and I'll start back on Medifast at lunch. Ugh. I don't like that thought. I've been 100% compliant since I started. I may have had a carrot piece that snuck into my mixed veggies, or a half-oz too much of salmon, but I haven't had any junk food, no starches, no sugars, no off-plan foods.
Then I overslept this morning, and I barely made it in for my 9:00 meeting. My program is being audited this afternoon, and I was upset that I didn't have that extra hour or two to prepare this morning, but then the auditor leaves me a message that he can't come at 1 today because he's auditing Kirk. well excuse me, but you made the appointment with me first. Now I have to rearrange my schedule for the rest of the week and worry about this stupid thing for longer. Because I know I'm going to have findings from this audit.
Finally, I'm digging into an issue at work, and the more I dig, the more rotten it looks. It's either massive incompetence or fraud, and I really don't want to have to start into that. The contractor is begging me to let him work it out on his end first, but I don't know how long I should give him to fix it before I bring it up to senior management, or worse.
On the plus side, my husband has a second interview today. He's all nervous about it, and it would be a terrible commute for him, but he so wants to work again. He's been out of work since we moved down here and he hates feeling like he's mooching off me. I'm kinda selfish because I like the fact that he does all the housework and errands while I'm at work, but it would make him so much happier to have a job. Bleah.