Day four
Fuck, I miss food. It’s not that I’m hungry, actually I find my 700-800 calories of syrup a day is more than enough fuel for sitting in front of the computer and walking home from the metro. I’m not getting lightheaded or anything like that. I just… I miss food. A lot. I went back into whole foods and couldn’t help torturing myself, walking around, smelling things, looking at the samples and the salad bars longingly. I was good, though, no cheating. I’m almost halfway through this thing. Tweaks put me in touch with her trainer, and I will probably have a consultation with him next week, which after beach week should become a regular thing. I’ve been thinking of tons of different ways to alter my diet to maintain and build on whatever gains I make during the course of this thing. That said, when I weighed myself earlier, it was still stuck on 354. WTF, scale? Oh, on the pooping front, the only new development is a teensy bit of actual poop in the evening. Not quite a phantom, this evening. Probably chock full of toxins! Take that, toxins! Terri tried to convince me today that I needed to get those Japanese detoxifying foot pads. The internets are very skeptical about these. I gotta say, I am too. Do all my toxins circulate through my feet somehow? That doesn’t make sense to me. But it *does* make sense to me there would be accumulated toxins in my gut. That… that I could see.
