AAAAAAAAAAH HELP. SOS. HEELLLLP.
Last night I came close to giving up. You know that episode of the Simpsons when Homer goes on a hunger strike?? That’s pretty much me right now. Yes, that is the sound of my stomach eating itself. Lyiing in bed last night I was doubled over trying to quiet my growling tummy, fighting the urge to go to the 24 hours Maccas and buy 5 cheeseburgers and eat them in the parking lot.
Usually when I diet and I get hungry at night I can look forward to a good breakfast in the morning, but last night all I could think was ‘oh jesus, more juice….NOOOOOO!’. Then I thought of the beetroot juice I had to drink the next day and actually dry heaved. I had to hang my head off the side of the bed coz I literally thought I was about to vom. When the delivery dude knocked on my door and handed me two more days worth of juice I almost cried. Shit is bleak people.
I am proud to report though, I didn’t go to Maccas. I didn’t even go to the kitchen and get a snack. Consequently I woke up today with a clearer head than usual. The norm for me is to stumble bleary eyed through the house and shove caffeine into my system until I feel vaguely human, so to be able to wake up and not feel as corpse like is pretty awesome.
I went to the hairdresser today and usually I would sip on endless cans of Coke Zero, and I got the WORST craving for it as soon as I sat down in the chair. But I held strong and drank water instead.
To be perfectly honest, I am yet to experience the euphoria and GOD I FEEL SO AMAZING. Hopefully that will come. The best thing is, however, is the fact my tummy is the flattest it’s been in months. I thought that was all fat! Apparently it’s just bloating from all the crap I was putting into my body. Good to know.
I still want a cheeseburger.