Day 11: .8

At least it's something? Yeah, I'm a little disappointed. I hoped maybe with all the tweaking there'd be a more impressive show, or perhaps several gallons of water weight would rectify this obvious misunderstanding between me, my body, and this diet, but no...several days with 8/10 of a pound to show for it. Heck, again, I could have done that myself while enjoying nuts, cheese, and hand lotion (not ingested of course).

So I figured out if it was .8 the rest of the time, I'd lose another 25# before the end of this cycle of diet purgatory, which still stings as my goal is now 10# higher than it was yesterday morning. I know it is what it is, but what it is...sucks.

But there's no guarantee of even a .8 loss daily. Why must I always try to grasp at certainty? I've done this the entire diet (and my entire life). When it was a pound a day, I had a nice plan (my calculator is never far away). When it was 1/2 a pound a day, I had that. I know I need to just accept what it is and try not to make assumptions, calculations, and plans, but it's hard for me. That's just not how I roll. What makes for an efficient editor and event planner makes for an unhappy and rigid person.