It the twenty eighth day in my life without food.
I love people's expressions when I tell them I've been fasting for four weeks. After they pick their jaws up off the floor they always ask lots of questions...what the, who the, how the...and the answers are always the same, it's for me, it's something I have to do and yes I eat, sort of.
People who don't have a severe weight problem don't really understand what it's like. Everyone has been so kind and worried about me but for someone who thinks about food every waking moment this sucks. It's not a bad thing, it just sucks. I know I have said this before but I miss cooking and even eating some of the time. But I will get through this just as planned and will be happier in the long run.
It's weigh day. If I could go in naked I would but I don't want people running and screaming from the clinic. I hope I've lost this week, I am feeling kind of huge today...and it's not even my time of the month.
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