Well, I'm back on the diuretic. Two days off: five pounds back on. Disheartening, but understandable. I went back on for a few reasons. 1) I think I still actually need it for my hypertension, 2) I still suffer from edema, and really don't need to feel that awful when I travel, and admittedly 3) Gaining weight sucks. I'll have to come off it sometime, I know, but I don't think now is it. I already feel better, and I am down to 260-and-change again from 264-5.
Tomorrow starts the madness. My former wife's wedding, then the reception, then the flight, then the layover, then the other flight, then hopefully a nap, then the party for my mom, then the rest of the time spent seeing old friends. Some very old (friendship-wise, not chronologically). I'm concerned about eating, especially with the money involved. I have most dinner arrangements made to dine with friends and family who are willing to make me things I can eat that are low carb, but the mornings are likely to be up to me. I need to go get some Atkins bars to have along with me during the day. I hope it will be a fun trip. I know I'll get quite a bit of walking and schlepping in at least. I'll weigh myself tomorrow morning, then no weigh-ins until I return. I'm practicing not caring about what the number is in the event that I gain weight while gone. We'll see.