June 3. Day 3.
I feel hungry. I don’t know if it’s REAL though. How does one determine what is “real” hunger and what is a craving? My stomach is rumbling, but my calorie counts tell me that I shouldn’t be hungry. What’s up with that? I should Google it.
I feel like weighing myself, but I think if I do that, I just might get disappointed in myself and go on an M&M binge. I can’t do that. No weighing. I’ll know when the time is *right*.
I hate being fat. Plain and simple. Wish I was strong enough not to sabotage my weight loss efforts every FREAKIN’ time.
LISTEN UP ERNIE’S BRAIN! When you feel like sabotaging my efforts again, I want you to remember the feeling of my swollen feet, my bloated tummy, my tight clothing and that awful feeling of being winded when I walk up a flight of stairs. Let’s not forget to mention the PURE EXHAUSTION of physical work.
I don’t need fucking sugar. It’s POISON.
