Keep calm...

I managed to sleep for almost seven hours several times during the last week. That is good news insofar as my average sleeping time had dwindled to about four hours (read: way too short for me) since last October due to being tied up in the care of the elderly relative whose flat we now have to clear out. And with DH being, finally, at home again permanently I have started to cook dinner again, which means that vegetables are on the meal plan again. So is a regular breakfast of a hard-boiled egg plus a protein-berry smoothie with some peanut butter and mcp oil worked in that tides me ober till dinner. DH insisting on an early dinner means no more eating after 10 pm, which I had gotten into the habit of doing because there was no way to do it earlier. So, the necessity of scarfing down handfuls of crisps or whatever there was on hand on returning from work because I was so freaking hungry has been removed, too. 

As per today, that means that, after regaining to 98.4 kilograms, I am down again to 96.1 kgs, showing a net loss of 500 grams a week. At that rate, I would be back down to 83 kilograms by November, just in time for the next family occasion. My goal weight would be reachable by August next year. 

The annoying part is that I will have to lose those same twenty kilograms for the fourth time since starting my recondensing project. My weight curve looks a lot like the Dolomites. Had I continued to lose instead of regaining and losing the same ten kilograms several times I would have been at goal long ago. But seeing the curve I know now what the biggest weight hazards for me are. Stress and lack of time which translates to lack of sleep and unwise food choices. 

With the elderly relative we had to take care of finally gone, recondensing should be a lot easier. After all, I still have a closet full of almost-new trousers that I bought in the elation of my weight having gone down. I want to fit into those again, fast.