Who Is This Person?

Okay, guys, I’m putting out an APB. I don’t know where she went, if someone took her, or if she’s running amok somewhere, but Pamela is missing.

For the past two weeks, I haven’t wanted to eat.

Let me repeat that.

I.

Haven’t.

Wanted.

To.

Eat.

Yes, me.  Me of the glorious food addiction.  Me who looks at food like it’s heroin or crack.  Me who would spend 23 and 3/4 hours a day gorging herself if she could.

But I just haven’t been interested.  It’s the oddest thing.  Of course, I’m not expecting it to last, but I’m baffled.  I mean, at dinner tonight, I took an orange as a side item and when I went to peel it, I actually went “eh,” and put it back (I did eat the rest of my dinner, though).

You all know that I’m a firm (FIRM) believer in eating all of your points (if you’re on the WW plan) and most, if not all, of your flex points as well.  I know that as you lose weight, you’ll wish to God that you had eaten every last one of them.  But Tuesday, we were so busy at work, that I forgot about the snacks that I had allotted and was actually short five points from my daily points!!  Me!  Five points!  So not cool.  I mourn the loss of those five points. 

Every other day for the past couple of weeks, I have hit my daily points value, but just haven’t been as interested in using those flex points.  I did end up using about half last week (most over the weekend).  All of this probably accounts for my great loss on Tuesday.

And to top it off, I had a really aggravating night Tuesday at work and was just burning with all kinds of emotions that seemed like they wanted to leap through my skin.  And do you know what my first thought was??  I want to get on my treadmill and kick its ass.  Me!  Responded to stress and anger and anxiety and sadness by wanting to work out!!  Excuse my language, but WTF?!  LOL

And you know what?  I had to wait until I got home, but I did!  It was only 30 minutes, but I felt better afterward.  I was still upset, but I felt clearer in the head.  I’ve never felt like that after working out before.  Normally, I’m dragging and ready to crash.  (Oh and did I mention that I actually jogged (albeit probably very slowly to most people) for a couple of minutes?!)

Tonight, same thing.  I hit the treadmill and did 43 minutes this time around (though no jogging).

I know that there’s no way in Hades that this is going to last – the lack of interest in food anyway – but it’s just the weirdest thing.  I’m sitting here writing this and it’s my “dinner” time.  I’m hungry, my stomach is growling, and I want to eat, I do.  But I’m just not that interested.  (But I will, don’t worry, and will probably make a little piggy of myself.)

Who is this person?

PS – I’m actually kind of giggling at the idea of me running amok.