This is the time of year when it's entirely possible to say, "I don't know what happened to last week," and mean it. If I have been succeeding in any of those aforementioned goals, I'm not sure I noticed.
I've read repeatedly that after a "certain age" (please say with your best French accent) that one can no longer eat carbohydrates with the same impunity, so from the 26th of November until the 6th of December, I tried very hard to readuce carbohydrates and eat larger quantities of protein. This was helped along by two factors; my husband, who is a carb-fiend vegetarian, was away, and I had lots of leftover Thanksgiving turkey. Between leftover turkey, turkey soup, salmon, some eggs, and other additions, I shifted my eating for several days. To what effect, I'm not sure; people claim to feel less hungry while eating a lot of protein, but I'm not sure that happened, really. Although the week was not without a somewhat alarming moment that probably meant something--one day, discovering that my turkey leftovers were no longer edible, I had to supplement the lunch with something else, and ended up inhaling half a box of cereal. I think there may be something to the whole carbohydrate thing, although I can't put my finger on what it is. To use a phrase a friend of mine introduced me to, "they're more-ish." It's harder to stop eating them than it is to stop eating other things. This counts for both the simple and complex kind; the cereal was a very nice high-protein, high-fiber, low-sugar, whole-grain type, but there was something kind of demented about how it felt to eat it--or not to be able to stop eating it. And of course, the same thing happens with sugary foods, for me, especially chocolate, which is emphatically NOT on the reflux diet.
Although all that said, if I eat a lot of animal protein, I kind of start to feel hung over. Red meat more than poultry or fish, but they all can do it to me, even dairy.
I did decide I had to weigh myself, which I wasn't planning on. The first weigh in (152lbs) was better than I expected. This week, having returned to my more typical diet, who knows. I did wear a pair of pants yesterday that I thought fit, but was falling off me, but I think they probably never fit; I just forgot that they were this baggy. Still, although they looked a bit ridiculous, there was something kind of nice about that too-large feeling. Except that they're new, and now I'm out a pair of pants. Sigh.