EATERS

I’m struggling today, not with writing but with food.  I’ve been on a diet for several weeks now.  In general it’s been going good, but the last two weeks I’ve only lost a total of 1.2 pounds (.6 each week).  I know as long as my weight is going down that is good, but it’s not good enough.  Not for me (I’m very competitive, especially with myself).

I decided that today I would teach my body a lesson for not cooperating with my weight loss goals and fast. I’m not talking about one of my regular fasts from dinner to dinner, but a fast from dinner Sunday to breakfast Tuesday.  I’ve done it before, but it makes for a long day.  Of course, I’ve been trying to talk myself out of this decision all day.  I really want to eat dinner. I mean I really, really want to eat.

It doesn’t help that I’m approaching the time of my period. Not that starting my period makes me hungry but it does make me bitchy.  Let me tell you that hunger and pre-menstrual moods are not a good mix.  Around three this afternoon I went into the break-room to get some lemon water. The scent of lunch lingered, taunting me. I couldn’t help it. Anger filled my head. I actually got pissed at all those people who got to eat. Damn eaters.

I think it might be a good idea to stop fasting when my period is approaching.