My body has actually regulated itself as I strangle all the ever-loving sugar, dairy and carbohydrates out of my diet. There was a period of withdrawal where my body revolted against the lack of calories. It’s been pretty brutal and frankly, exhausting. For all that I cannot eat, I still spend a reeeedeeeculous amount of time thinking about what I could possibly eat. Last week I couldn’t sleep enough but now I am in a more pleasant groove.
I’ve become accustomed to celery stalks slathered with hummus at 4 o’clock and almost had a panic attack when Trader Joe’s seemed to be out of celery packs. It’s quite a pleasing snack with the cool protein and the crisp crunch. Who knew celery had Vitamin K and potassium? Bonus.
Last week, I never felt full. I couldn’t eat enough and wanted to open a bag of spinach at midnight just to feel like I was eating something. Now, I can feel full and satiated but it’s not really what I want to eat. It’s what I am allowed to eat. I don’t want to eat any more ham or turkey or eggs or walnuts. I’m good with vegetables. I love vegetables but I want sweet.
It’s been an eye opening experience and I will probably modify my diet for good after this experience. I’ll only eat one serving of yogurt a day and look at the sugar content in the food I buy, but really, all I need to survive at this point is my coffee creamer and splenda packets. I’ll even switch to stevia if I have to. I just need my sweet, milky coffee in the morning.
When I am running low on calories and start to fade late in the day, my eyes glaze over as I stare at the wall. If someone were here to ask me what I am thinking, I would tell them, “I am imagining myself curled in a corner surrounded by Stonyfield Chocolate Underground yogurt packs and an infinite number of clean spoons binging blissfully. I think I just came up with a modern day theme for the After School Special series.
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