The good news is that I've lost over seven pounds over the past few weeks.
The bad news is that I've started compulsively thinking, talking, and even dreaming about food - especially when it comes the food I'm trying to avoid.
Last week, I couldn't stop talking about quiche. It was all about how I wanted to be elbow deep in cheese and fluffy, fluffy eggs, but it needed to be surrounded by a buttery, flaky crust. Frittatas weren't going to cut it. And, most importantly, I wanted to eat the entire thing.
Earlier this week it was pizza. I couldn't stop talking about it - thick, buttery crust, spicy sauce, delicious cheese and wonderfully fresh toppings. And, big surprise, I wanted all of it.
This process has taught me that my inner fat kid is a bit of a bitch, especially when I'm starving her. She REALLY does not like to share.
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