Lasses, I have mountains of the stuff. I would say 5 tsp a day (through litres and litres of water mind). Yikes!!
I have been thinking.....it gets easier this. You kind of come to accept that your foodpacks are your fuel source and built your patterns round them, oddly. It becomes almost natural really quickly.
I ran tonight...just about 35 mins, and sooooo slowly but it felt good to keep moving. I didn't do SS+ either but will reserve it for the weekend. I don't feel unusually hungry...
Plate of M&S 'Extremely Chocolatey' biccies plonked under my neb at a meeting today........boy could I smell them! Guess what though....I inhaled. I actually inhaled and enjoyed the smell. Mmmmmm.
All was going really well until.....I got on the scales. At 6pm tonight. On day 6 of a 100% week 2. Plus 3 bouts of running/body pump. And it appears that I may have lost only 2lb. 2ib. FFS!!
That has better not be the weight when I clamber on there the morra!! Lol.
I know it all evens out, but it can break your feeble little heart a bit girls.
Overall I am still feeling extremely positive and totally committed. Thoughts of wagon-dives have occasionally crept into my mind but you know what? I'd rather face the short-lived feelings of deprivation than the regret and the need to re-start.
After I weighed myself I thought 'hm! I have run so I'll have a slice of turkey' and stomped off to the fridge. I grabbed the pack and started to pull at the opening....in a kind of blind frenzy. Then strangely an inner voice kind of appeared and said 'you can still stop this....'. And I did.
I am not saying that one slice of turkey would have spelled disaster, but something important happened at that fridge door today. As the lovely Lily said in one of the first diaries I ever read on this site....whatever it is you are looking for isn't in the fridge ('It's not in there'....or was it 'here' Lily??'
Anyway, the Apprentice is on in 5 and I need a wee. See you tomorrow.
Strength and resilience, friends. Mwah xxx