For a little while yesterday, between lunch and dinner, I thought I wasn't going to make it. I admit, I was starving. Normally, I would have just grabbed a snack and said "to hell with it" but I didn't. I REALLY wanted to stick it out and see what this diet could do. So I survived. As soon as I got home from work, I made dinner and wolfed it down (though getting home right after work takes a while with traffic so in essence, I really ate at the proper dinnertime). Crisis averted.
A few movies later and Malcolm and I turned in for the night. I'd thought about stepping on the scale before bed because Malcolm did (and exclaimed that he'd "lost 3 pounds! I've been trying hard to lose anything--this is great!" but I decided to wait until this morning.
True to form, I spent my weekend morning sleeping. I woke once as Malcolm left for work and was convinced I was going to get up...but I succumbed to the beckon of my pillow instead. When I finally did manage to get myself out of bed, I went for my second super-long morning pee and then stepped on the scale as I was brushing my teeth. I squinted at the display, and then decided to go grab my glasses to be sure.
Glasses on, toothbrush still in use, I stepped back on the scale. Once more, I sought reinforcements. I flipped on the light switch. Back to the display.
8 pounds?
That's what I'd see each time. So, since yesterday, I'd lost an additional 5 pounds to make for a grand total weight of 1XX minus 8 pounds?!
Holy crap. Again, I do NOT diet and this was perhaps half diet, half experiment, but holy crap!!!
You bet your ass I'm going to do this again in 10 days!
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