Down another .8 lbs., bringing the grand total to 9.8 lbs. Not bad.
Last night was my first real case of the "frungries."* I wanted to eat anything and everything. Settled on my second piece of fruit for the day...a tad late (I was working until 9:00 p.m. - not supposed to eat after 7:00 or 8:00 p.m., I can never remember)...but no matter. A long day deserved a little treat...broiled grapefruit with a smattering of cinnamon & stevia sprinkled on top. Then 5 mins in the hot box does it...juicy and different.
And though I was still a little peckish, I opted for a good book and bed. Am I exhibiting superwoman feats of willpower or what?
Which brings us to this morning. As I mentioned, my dreaded monthly visit has reigned it's lovely vermilion vileness on me...and without the HCG, I'm feeling the challenge. Showing me, just a mere eight days in, this will not be a cake (yummmm, c...a...k...e!) walk, but I will persevere...we Irish are a plucky lot, don't you know.
Duty (and the IRS) calls, I must finish and file my taxes by the 15th...work, work, work!
Be and eat well,
Jane Doh!
* whaddya think it means? Friggin' hungry.
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