I love food.
The smells, the presentation on the plate...I don't rush food. I enjoy each bite. I think about lunch before I've decided what to have for breakfast.
I want what I want, when I want it.
My husband has attempted many times to yank the silver spoon from my mouth, but I've got a death grip on that spoon.
"I am going to officially start the fast tomorrow. Today, I need McDonald's. Just one more time."
But, no, instead ... carrots, cucumbers, romaine lettuce and apples.
And it was good. Really good. I thought I might be able to choke it down at best ... but, I liked it. I think I might be able to do this ...
I still want a cheeseburger and french fries.
Today, at 9:00 pm I weighed 143.4.
I did program 4 on the treadmill.
I feel good.
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