I am now at the almost one week mark for my diet, which is usually the point where I say: "Boy, a burger with fries sounds good." Usually, I give into my temptation, but today I soldiered on. Not that I wasn't thinking about the burger and fries almost every second.
My solution to this torture was to just get up and get moving. I did some crafts, worked on my papers, and went to the dreaded gym. When it came time to eat my oatmeal, that nasty pasty slimy stuff, the kinda food that makes you think of that classic line from Oliver, "please sir, I want some more," I just shoved it down my throat and moved on. I do feel a little like this though…
Or maybe more like this…
No, I'm JK, I'm not into cannibalism, yet.
Just have to keep telling myself that it will be worth it in the end and as a reward I have decided that when I reach 130 lbs I will allow myself one cheat food a week. A little motivation...
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