Good day to all.
Night 3 not too shabby. I grabbed a nice D n D coffee right at the start and I think having it helped. Not only the caffiene jolt, but the appetite supressant effect made a world of difference. Plus, and apologies in advance to Biotest, but just a flavor of something besides water and chocolate protein was nice. Don’t get me wrong, the shakes are good. But having anything as many times as we are in a row will eventually lead to tastebud fatigue.
Now, to something much more important. After waking up this afternoon, I must have seen more food placements in about a two hour span that I can remember from my entire life. I’m sure this has to do with the hypersensitivity to anything solid food related, but it seemed like food was everywhere; t.v., radio, billboards on the road, christ just driving around I could SMELL it in the friggin air. So like when a guy goes to a stripclub, I thought long and hard about cheating, about giving in. “This is too hard,” “You’re a fatbody to begin with and nothing will change it,” “Abs and looking good are overated anyway.” So I decided not to wait until Saturday and weigh myself right now. My thought was that since it was after I slept during my “night” the scale should be the equivalent to a morning weigh-in.
Before I got on the scale, I had decided that I needed to see some movement on it. Some decline that would make this struggle worth it. Well, holy crap when I got on, I had dropped to 247! Just to repeat, 247! Now, I realize this is still disgusting fatboy level. However, 9 lbs since I started three days ago. And again, I know for those of us that are a bit thicker round the middle parts that initially the fat should be coming off like a girls self respect during a wet t-shirt contest. But 9 lbs? Seriously?
All the friggin motivation I needed.
Continued good luck to all.