I'm now on hour 36 of my fast. The first day is always the hardest for me, but I feel so much better the next morning when the scale goes down and I look smaller.
Yesterday morning, 131. This morning, 128. THE LOWEST I HAVE EVER BEEN AT THIS HEIGHT (5'7"). So that's definitely motivating to keep on going!
Yesterday all that entered my mouth was water (like 12 cups), herbal tea (4 cups), and diet cherry coke (2 cans - they're for when my stomach is REALLY rumbling).
I'm not even hungry right now. Totally content with my breakfast of Yogi Tea and stackers.
I had a nightmare, though, that I was with Kenna and Lauren and they bought me tons and tons of food, and I ended up having to eat two grilled cheese sandwhiches, and not the plain wheat bread and sharp cheddar ones I usually would make, but those crazy ones you get at cafeterias, all buttered white bread and american cheese oozing all over the place. I was so grossed out in my dream. Probably stems from the other day when I was at work and Kenna started threatening me with a peanut butter cookie, saying she was going to force it down my throat. Luckily she left and Kate ate it. Go Kate. She's been looking chubbier than usual, she used to be small as a pin but lately I've been noticing some tummy and arm flab. Of course she's smaller than I could even hope to be, still, so bleh.
But yeah. 128! Hopefully I can make it the whole week. That'd be amazing.
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