Damn, that doctor is smart! He is brilliant at finding ways to make me have to come back constantly, giving me no time to cheat on the Starvation and Torture Plan. I thought I'd see him today and be done with him until after my trip. But no. Because I screwed up one of my BP meds, he couldn't do the blood work he wanted to do, so now I have to go back next Wednesday. This completely screws with any plan I had to sneak in some carbs this weekend. (Well, except for the Whopper with cheese I ate on the way back to work from my appointment today. I'm allowing myself one really bad meal and that was it.) At least after that he doesn't want to see me again until he end of July, so if I end up gaining any weight in Italy, I'll have a month to get it off again before I have to get weighed again. And the blood pressure was back down today, even on only two days of the correct dosage of meds, which was good. Now if I can just keep it down during my last week of work before the trip. With several briefs due next week, and trying to get loose ends tied up before I go, it will definitely be a challenge. But just knowing that next week is my last week of having to choke down all my frustration and anger for this place might help somewhat. I hope!