And The Ride Goes On ...

This morning´s WI: 86 kilograms. Over two pounds up from yesterday in spite of having a slight case of diarrhea which ought to flush out any retained water, too. And in spite of having eaten below my calorie limit. 

I don´t understand what is happening. Scary doesn´t begin to describe it. The last time my weight skyrocketed like this, I was on medications, and the gain stopped as soon as I stopped the meds. Only right now, I´m not taking any. And the extra rest my staycation offers should not have such an extreme effect, either. 

I have, by now, reached the point where my pants begin to get too tight, and the red belt I bought just a month ago is cutting uncomfortably into my belly. 

I don´t think I´ll be normal weighted by my birthday any more. With what´s happening right now, I´d be glad if I managed to get back below morbid obesity until then. 

Drat. 

Sometimes there just isn´t any good news. 

Julia