A rare moment of silence...

Recap...
     So, quick recap of the last, say, five years of my life. Met a Brit, fell in love, gained weight, diagnosed with PCOS, graduated with a degree in Journalism (with which I have done nothing relevant), got married, lived in London for a year, got pregnant (very blessed), got fat, had a miscarriage, got fatter, got pregnant again (doubly blessed), got even fatter, now one year later am attempting the Protein Sparing Modified Fast (PSMF) while visiting the in-laws for a month in London.
     Now I wondered if my stress levels may have been hindering my weight loss. The past few weeks (finals, packing, moving, traveling with a one year-old and three year-old) have been chaotic and extremely stressful. I have been losing weight, but I have also noticed that with each week that passes I lose a little less. I realize this could be a natural part of this unnatural diet, but at the same time, I eat so little I feel like I should be wasting away right now. And, although my husband says I am, I am in fact not wasting away.

Damn kilos and stones...
     Initially I thought the scale here at my in-laws' house was fairly close to mine, maybe a pound off. But that is mostly because I happened to be right on one of the stone marks. However, I either cannot tell if I am losing weight, because the pound markers are minuscule in size, or I am in fact not losing weight...to which I would say: "What a crock of shit!"
     I have probably eaten less here that at home...still in ketosis...and walking ALOT. I should at the very least keep up the same pattern as before, if not increase the weight loss. I have a very distinct feeling that I am just going to be frustrated until I get home in three weeks to weigh myself on my scale. This is unbearable! And I even had my husband grab the scale from home and bring it to my parents house so I could weigh myself right before we left (and sadly I also considered packing it, but our bags would have been too heavy).

Added stress...
     To really put the stress-eating-urge into overdrive, I had to take my one-year-old to the hospital last night with a ridiculously high fever. He is fine, just some tonsillitis, but I have not been so tempted to eat something bad since I started this diet. Thank God there's no chocolate cake sitting in front of my face...oh wait, there is...