It's only 2:00 p.m. and my willpower is sorely tested. Baking Anna's cake is pure torture...as was making nachos for Mark. Ugh!
My back surgery is set for May. Two months to do my utmost on this diet beforehand. Just add that to the list of leading motivations. But motivation or not, it's not making me any less hungry or miserable today.
This whole thing is a trip, both the diet and the surgery. It's like an extremely high stakes card game--either I come out wildly victorious, claiming my health back from the jaws of despair, or I lose--again--this time being out a lot of money and possibly being worse off from the surgery.
Wish I were more of a gambler.
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