Days 2-3: The hangover.
Feeling really hungry and craving dairy.
Would kill someone for a glass of milk, or a scoop of creamy yoghurt. I can't give up yet! It's only the beginning.
It's only 30 days.
I keep distracting myself and snacking on good things. Have probably eaten far too much. Feeling bloated and awfully fat.
I thought I was either going to throw up or pass out, through lack of sugar.
Over the past 2 days, I have realised that I am actually pathetic.
Days 4-5: Kill all the things.
Keep almost eating food I shouldn't. I am SO attached to food. It makes me all the more determined.
I have a really short fuse and Marty is bearing the brunt of the snapping.
Food is tasting so much better than I ever remember. I believe it's because I have been killing my taste buds with junk.
Our meals have been creative, filling and delicious.
I could really go a choc-fudge sundae, though.
The only reason I am still awake, is because I just ate 2 oranges.
Onwards and upwards!
Wow. You are strong! If it's what you want to do then I'm here to support you - Go, B, Go! x
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