This is the eighty ninth day in my life without food.
Sometimes I feel like I am just whining but I have determined that what I am doing is not easy nor should it be. The body is very complicated and everyone is different. I know mine pretty darn well and I haven't treated it very well most years. It takes time to turn that around.
I just hope my body forgives my prior indiscretions and I can complete "the project" and move on. I hope to find a new respect for my body. I'll keep looking. People say you should treat your body like a temple while I have treated mine more like a drive thru at McDonald's...you know you shouldn't be there but you go there anyway because it's easy and quick.
Yesterday at work someone decided that ordering pizzas for a team event was a good idea and of course they ended up on the table outside my cubicle. I took one whiff and left the building. I miss pizza.
It's the weekend again. I do very well during the week when I have more structure in my life. The weekends are still hard. I keep doing the best I can.
I am very lucky to have much support during "the project" from my husband, friends and family. I know many don't understand just how hard this is for me but I know I can count on them. That's a nice feeling.
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