(Lurker Warning.) Lots of reading - lots of confusion, but I finally went ok I got this. I can do this.
Boy oh boy
So for the first two weeks, I couldn’t keep myself from being hungry . I wasn’t starving myself, I was under 20g carbs everyday - it was the only thing I tracked at all. And I was HUNGRY so I ate and ate and… ate some more. You get the picture.
Then yesterday it was ’ Can I do this? ’ The statement of fact 2 weeks before became a question, I couldn’t stop eating in order to be ‘sated’ per the how-tos.
And I’m no lightweight, I’m female, easy 280 lbs and my job keeps my broad arse;) at a pc most of the day, so you can imagine my slowly but surely growing horror over the constant demand for FOOD from the growly pit of my stomach.
Roll up to today.
I woke up, I wasn’t hungry. GASP
Although I definitely had coffee- my world doesn’t run without it.
I finally realized I hadn’t eaten all day, nor had I wanted to until the ‘cant’ find the stove’ family members started sniffing for dinner and giving me piteous looks. I also realized when I was horrifying my husband in the kitchen with seriously goof ball 'ness that my mood was fantastic, better then it had been since I started this scary journey.
I haven’t weighed myself, I’m fairly sure my scale would wink at me and say ‘hey thanks for the extra 20 lbs you brought me’ considering the amout of food I’ve been packing down this month so far has been staggering. I think it may be safer for me to mothball it for awhile…maybe forever. Jury is still out!
I can do this after all.