This is the twentieth day in my life without food.
I am not going to lie to you, the 3 day weekend was rough. But I did indeed keep myself pretty darn busy which helped but I wanted to sin and I mean sin big time.
Went to the gym on Saturday and met with the personal trainer and he tried to kill us. His warm up exercises were more exercises than I have done it 25 years. He had us skipping, yes skipping. If I weren't so determined to get this weight off I would have told him where he could stick those skip-to-my-lous, and I might still.
Tomorrow I face the scale again, these weeks really fly by. Not eating has it's perks, our grocery bill has dropped quite a bit. I still feel bad for my husband but he seems to be managing just fine.
Wish me luck tomorrow, I feel like I am going to need it this week.
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