January 7th, 2012: Down a pound today. 8 pounds total. I’ll go to once a week on the weigh-ins after 4 weeks. This is the first weekend. Hasn’t been too hard. It’s weird, I feel like I’m missing something, but when I think, “Is it food?”, I realize that isn’t what I miss. I wouldn’t go back to that now anyhow. These tiny little successes taste better than a greasy burrito. I will say one thing: I am starting to feel noticeably better in the morning. 6-10 pm is the hardest for me, temptation wise, but failure right now is not an option. I am not the biggest fan of vegetables when I have to eat them, so I bought a juicer and have been either juicing or using the “Magic Bullet” to make these veggie “shakes”. Not too bad really. When I dial in on a few recipes, I’ll let you all know.
January 7th, 2020 (looking back): From 6-10 pm on Friday night I sat and watched stupid stuff on T.V. and thought about not thinking about food. I asked myself “why” a hundred times. Why was I doing this? I walked around the block, I walked over to the park with my little boy and the dog. I chewed Extra Winterfresh gum. I drank coffee. I took an Ambien and went to bed. Then I woke up on Saturday morning a pound lighter. That is why I will trust the process. A tiny little success almost felt like a miracle. One pound. But now I had an entire Saturday to try to fill with thoughts that did not revolve around food and whether I should reconcile my relationship with my best friend and down a bag of Oreos Double Stuff.
