I can't wait. I'm so fatigued, I should get some sort of citation from the energy police. Only .4 today. But hey, it's better than gaining .4. There you go: something good to say about this cycle. I've not gone up once. Flatlined, yes (along with my energy level). Gone up, no.
Oddly enough, I've been buying stuff for Mark and Anna we almost never have in the house (namely, snack foods). Good sales on stuff like Goldfish crackers (yuck for me, but it's how they roll), Halloween candy, etc. Even buying a little...gasp...processed food (normally verboten in there here parts).
I think the biggest reason is my fatigue. This diet, though so very low in calories it's obscene, takes a lot of prep. And it takes energy, which I may have mentioned a time or two, I have none. I go to sleep at 8, people. Pity me.
So anyway, it's just easier to buy stuff. And partly I'm feeling like I'm falling into my mom's horrid practice of providing food for comfort. I feel guilty my surgery didn't work and I'm still a lump. I feel guilty I can't make all my usual nourishing healthy stuff for them. So I buy them junk food. I'm like some sort of weird food pimp.
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