My mental health is so much improved that I'm almost afraid of what will happen after Cheat Day.
Insomnia is gone. At night, I sleep like it's my job - at least eight hours. If I do wake up, I go back to sleep almost immediately.
I'm rarely hungry - the food is filling, I can eat as much as I want (side bonus: no calorie counting), and I stay full longer.
The big one: I'm finally a few pounds below a milestone weight that I've been hovering at and fighting forever.
As trepidatious as I feel about the first Cheat Day coming up in two days (I skipped it last week since it was only Day 2), I'm looking forward to it - finding it to be a lifesaver, actually.
It's really pretty amazing - and a good exercise in delaying gratification - to be able to tell myself, you can have anything you want. On Saturday. It works like a psychological miracle.
"Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!" I love buying this stuff! I love having it under my bed and NOT TOUCHING IT. I am woman, watch me stash! This will be fun to plow through (not by myself, of course) on our trip this weekend.
In other news: C & R seem to have what hubby had last month, virus wise. They are down for the count and on day 3 of staying home from school. B & L, Baby R and Bella are all sick too. It's a bad one. Wash your hands!
Sick R: Maybe if I smoke crack, I'll feel better.
Me: Do you think it'd help?
Sick R: I think it'd make me forget.
