Day 15
Groundhog day - bloody pain-in-the-rectum ground hog day. OOOOOOOOh I long to wake up to water and a chemical shake. I fight off the need to nick food when preparing daughters meals every friggin ground hog day. I lick the air of every house we pass on a morning walk and can taste the bacon and toast every blasted ground hog day. I am just always dying for my next bottle of water and shake. But sometimes I am that hungry I could eat my dogs poopy just to curb it.
He heeeeeeee.
Actually, whilst that sounds really sarky, I actually do love my mint choc shake. Its my fave part of this diet. Without it Id be nothing if not fatter.
I drove home from Mums today and as part of her twice weekly treat, I got my daughter her mc heart attack lunch. As we were in the car, the smells were magnified and then sucked through the vents only to be re-vented back to me - My eyes went all swirly and my zombie-like state made me utter the words "fooooooooood, I need fooooooooood". Instead I slurped on a bottle of bloody water for the millionth time since starting this godforsaken eating regime.
Not only that but we got caught in tail backs on the M62 and I was in PAIN having to hold my water; holding out for the next service station for me to go and only take relief and pee like a horse. The woman in the next cubicle must have thought i was someone having sex in there as I was so relieved that I went "ooooooooooooh and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh" out of pure ecstasy. Im not kidding you, it was the best feeling in the world.
Day 15 is almost over and Ive been a good girl. Can't wait for weigh in on Tuesday to reflect the good losses I deserve for being such an angelic CD'er.