It's been a few days since I've actually been able to sit down and write.
But I don't think I really want to write as much as I thought that I did just a moment ago.
It's a beautiful day and I think that hubby wants to take the boat out on the water. It actually sounds like a good idea.
I had a lettuce & tomato sandwich (basically a "salad" sandwich) for lunch, and I have to tell you, that it did NOTHING for me. Neither did the baby carrots that I followed it with. Ugh.
I am really disliking this eating right/dieting shit. Sometimes I just want to go back to bed, because at least when you are sleeping, you are not thinking about food.
The results are good though - I haven't dropped any more pounds, but I also haven't gained. I can wear clothes that I haven't been able to fit on my fat ass for years. I don't get winded when I walk down the driveway to check the mail. I can see my ribs when I try on a bra.
But is it all worth it?
I am thinking at this moment that IT IS NOT. I am starving. I feel deprived.
I need a 'Clif" bar.
♥ |