Yesterday, I had great resolve to do my best and stick as close to plan as possible. I did AWESOME...until around 11pm last night, when the ELB brought me home a McDouble. In all fairness, I actually had asked him for it in a moment of weakness (I had been craving McD's for a while now). I ate it--albeit slowly and without all the bread...And then had to add like 400 calories (I counted the bread even though I didn't eat all of it) to my food diary for the day. I still clocked in under 1500--but it would have been so much nicer to have seen it at 1100. Que sera' sera. Although I did do some hella walking yesterday (almost 4 miles), it still makes me have to reevaluate my choices sometimes.
I've been on point again today--I've had around 800 calories for the day. I'd like to stick it under 1200, but as long as I don't go over 1500, I feel accomplished.
Even though I've been taking the vitamins religiously since last Monday, I'm still feeling really tired and sluggish. Last night, by 9:30, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I was supossed to watch The Black List to tell the ELB what happened--and I made it 10 minutes in before I zonked out.
I go in next Wednesday for a check up/fill, and even though all of my bloodwork came back great from my primary doctor, I'll ask my surgeon about my fatigue. Until then, I'm going to keep taking the vitamins and drinking my water and counting my calories and fighting the good fight!