I knew that the dietary part of this whole thing was going to be the worst. I. Love. Bad. Food.
I made it through a day of “healthy” snacks, stayed under 1700 calories, and did not have a beer. (Technically I did not have a beer yesterday but I was hungover so it doesn’t count.) ((Sampling less than 5 ounces of beer as part of my job doesn’t count.)) (((Trust me, I am an expert at excuses.)))
I did good today. Baby steps. But as I crawl into bed and pat myself on the back for making it through the day without buying a large cookie for my lunch, I am seriously craving a milkshake. Specifically, a chocolate custard shake from Culver’s. The same Culver’s whose blue glow I can see from the window of my office, right behind my computer monitor.
Dieting is the worst. Rewriting how you see, taste, and experience food is worse than the worst.