Didn’t lose any weight today, but I didn’t gain any either, so I’m still headed in the right direction, with 24 lbs. to go. I decided to go for a walk through Nordstrom and Macy to remind myself why I am on a diet in the first place. It worked. Looking at all the clothes, which at this moment would look absolutely horrible on me, was a way to remind myself I had a goal. I wanted to be sleek and sexy again.
I’m trying to figure out my eating habits. During the day I am never hungry. Come night fall, however, I become the Were-Pig and consume everything I can get my hands on. The sweeter and more full of carbs the better. I’m not sure what this is about. It’s probably some psychological breakdown due to my mother’s uncle’s brother’s grandpa twice removed, but I’m not sure.
Anyway 26 more days to go and then life then maybe if I’m not still broke and destitute I can afford to buy something sleek and sexy as a reward for a job well done and say “to hell with your DNA” to my mother’s uncle’s brother’s grandpa twice removed. We’ll see.