I had some coffee, which I'm not supposed to have for another six months or so, with milk, because we're out of half and half. Then, after waiting the obligatory half hour, I had two little Jimmy Dean frittata things--they look like muffins but they're eggs, bacon, and spinach. Very easy in the microwave.
Yesterday it was one egg--I still can't eat two--and three small pieces of turkey sausage and an English muffin (another sin). I'm living in someone else's home and I'm surrounded by evil temptations--I'm moving next week and will be much, much better in a house without so much forbidden stuff around.
Sure, this may be a weak excuse. Or I'm weak. Whatever--I'm basically okay with my rate of loss and expect to lose as much again (my doctor's expectation) or more (my expectation). To some extent, I'm trying to find a way to eat that will work forever. So sometimes the carbs will sneak in. Mostly the drive to get in sufficient protein doesn't leave much room for them.