I just have to put this out there--I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry! Oh, did I mention that I'M HUNGRY?! I could (and probably will) have a nice, boring, healthy salad, but I am dreaming about almond joys and french fries...I'm taking this as a good sign, though. If I were giving in to temptation, I probably wouldn't be craving them so badly (sorry about the adverb, but I'm blaming it--and anything else I possibly can--on the hunger). I'm looking forward to the day when I no longer crave crappy food, and the answer to a growling stomach is to munch on veggies, rather than heading to Carl's Jr. or Wendy's. I can also assume that my grumpiness is coming from detoxing, and I will one day become the more cheerful, but always snarky, girl I once was. I'm hanging in there, albeit by a thread, but hanging in nonetheless. I WILL DO THIS. I WILL!!!! I'M THINKING SKINNY THOUGHTS!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! (I may be starting to crack lol)
On a brighter note, I exercised today. It's funny, but I thought dieting would be easier than exercising. Even though right now I am flabby and out of shape, there is something rewarding about wheezing and huffing and puffing (even if it sounds slightly masochistic). I'm trying to imagine fat cells being blasted away by the huffing and puffing and wheezing. The harder I wheeze, the bigger my fat blasting gun. Maybe my hunger has made me slightly delirious, but this is sounding more and more like a kid's show on pbs..."Captain Chauntel The Wheezing Fat Blaster"....hahahaha...I'm demented :)
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