It's been almost a week now, and I still can't run thanks to the pain in my lower left calf. Dammit. My training is going to pot!
I'm up FIVE POUNDS on the scale! I hate that scale. It rarely gives me good news. Sure, I'm not perfect in what I eat, but I haven't changed a thing in the last whatever. I'm certain it's my hop-along half thyroid. Dam-dam-dam! (yes, I know it's misspelled. I'm mad, but not mad enough to actually swear. I save that for when I'm REALLY mad. lol)
Now I have to make an effort in curbing the crap I put in my mouth (often dark chocolate and whatever else passes for sweets around 3PM everyday). The ironic thing is that when I put more effort at being "good", I end up eating more because I'm thinking about it too much!
Ugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh. I can't stand this outofcontrol feeling. My weight control "baggage" is showing. I'll try to calm down, hold on, breathe, and be busy...until my next TSH blood test in 3 weeks.
I wish I had right thyroid lobe back.