When you dream about the comfort food you used to eat. And then you wake up hungry and realize it was only a dream.
Ugh. I hate the word "diet". Everyone is on a diet; a diet is the food you eat. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
My old diet had a lot of pizza, breads, cheese, eggs, and very few vegetables, fruits, protein, etc. Needless to say, that packs on the pounds pretty easily, especially when I didn't work out consistently.
But I'm 10 days into the diet New Eating and Exercise Habits, and so far, so great! I have lost more pounds than expected. But on the other hand, I have experienced plenty of hunger pangs. And grumpiness. And grief over the loss of the freedom to eat whatever, whenever. But that was a loss I need to go through. It can only get better from here.
And my success has come even though I have not been perfectly strict with the diet NEEH. Come on, what's 4th of July or campfires without smores? Or in my case, one lonely smore? So I don't feel like I'm slave to the NEEH. And that goes a long way.
New blog unveiling coming this weekend. Pinky swear!
