I lost a mere five pounds when my father was in the hospital last December. I didn't feel like eating and was too tired to fix anything anyway when I got home from the hospital. I was also skipping lunch most days. I would get to the hospital late morning and sit with my dad until until 4 p.m. or so, with no lunch.
At least I've managed to keep that five pounds off, and it made a surprising difference in the waist size of my trousers: I went down a whole size.
Now, if I could only lose another five pounds, but that ain't happenin'.
Of course, even if I succeeded in doing that, I'd still be overweight for height.
