Hello ladies!
Sounds like everyone is doing well, proud of us all!
This feels great, doesn't it? I can feel every pound that goes off in the little things: not avoiding a flight of stairs, keeping up with colleagues walking to the parking lot, picking up the stuff my 5 month old keeps dropping without thinking of it as a huge effort, etc. Isn't it just great?
Yesterday was the toughest day hunger wise -Day 4- and it was also a day I feared as I was in an all day board meeting which meant drinking my huge amounts of water was very tough and eating my shake while everyone was ordering Italian for lunch was both tough and well embarrassing but it passed and it was fine and I realized I was more proud about doing something about being as big as an elephant than I was embarrassed about not eating food with them. And the God of Dieters rewarded me with a loss this morning -I'm a daily weigher, can't wait for a week!- despite how it would have made sense if I retained some water. So I'm a happy bunny today!
Does anyone else fear the weekend? I find them tougher than work days.