I am not as scientifically inclined as WoDM, which would explain why instead of having a specific day in mind, I have a general idea of the day. It’s been probably a week and a half. Let’s go with Day 10. I upped my two tbs a day of oil to three tbs a day last Friday because I wasn’t seeing too much in the way of appetite suppression. That has changed this week.
I’m right around the time of the month when I normally binge like crazy. and I haven’t been. We had pizza for dinner Tuesday night, and I really had to stop and consider whether I wanted a third piece. I decided to eat it, but only after sitting on the idea for a few minutes. I ended up feeling both hungry still and a little sick from eating too much after the third piece.
Last night we had pasta, and I had the same feeling after my first plate. I ate a little more, but then I didn’t eat anything else for the rest of the night. and I thought about eating something else. I have Fig Newman’s sitting in the cupboard, a Halloween themed gingerbread house to make, mini chocolate chips, hershey kisses. I thought about each of those things, and I didn’t want anything. I took a shower and went to bed. This is a big deal because growing up, we always had something sweet after dinner. Cereal and milk, cookies, icecream, cake. ALWAYS. and I haven’t ever really broken that habit, I’ve just drank hot cocoa, or juice, or wine or beer or gin.
I don’t eat much sweet tasting things in a day, anymore. Yesterday WoDM brought me home some diet mountain dew, and I drank maybe half of a 20 oz bottle. I bought some very bad cookies on Monday and ate two on Tuesday, and asked WoDM to take the rest to work.
I’ve been sleeping a ton, but whether that’s a side-effect of my prozac being upped or the SLD remains to be seen. I’ve also been sleeping heavier (minus the cat jumping on my face), which is a good feeling.
I’ve been avoiding the scale, not for any good reason, it just usually doesn’t enter into my mind to weigh myself. As it stands, I never found it very useful to weigh myself every day because there’s so much variance. My pants this morning feel a little looser in the waist, but who knows, maybe they got all stretched out by the washer last night. Or maybe they no longer retain stretch because I’m so fat I pulled all the elastic too far. There’s a lot of possibilities.
Anyway, whether or not I’m losing weight remains to be seen. But I’m not binging like crazy right now, so I count it as a success thus far.
K.
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