Will I make the goal of what is "expected" (5# per week)? Doubt it. I'd have to have a big jump from yesterday.
I don't know why this time seems harder. Maybe it feels that way every time. Or maybe it's because I've done this diet so freaking much over the last year. I'm tired of being hungry all the time. I'm tired of missing feasts and fun. And I'm tired of the weight loss being choppy and sluggish and not doing what it's "supposed to do." I'm just tired, I guess. I just want to be a normal person. Normal people don't know they're normal. But trust me, as someone who's decidedly not, I know the difference.
I'll let you know later when I weigh and find out the big total. Thursday will mark the halfway mark. I'm rather dreading Anna's birthday party and both Mark's and Anna's birthdays coming up. It's not fun to not be able to eat at parties. But there's one cardinal truth that keeps me going: one meal off=one week of weight loss destroyed. I've seen it with everybody who's cheated on this diet. That's not going to be me.
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