4 days, 3 lbs!

Maybe there was some sort of doubt in me in the beginning, even if I didn't show it. But the scale and my body do not lie. 4 days, 3 lbs lost! I'm supposed to lose 2-5 lbs a WEEK. It really works people...

I have to admit, yesterday was HARD. Especially since I decided to start this thing a week before Aunt Flo visits, so PMS kicked in, and all I could think of was a warm chocolate chip cookie. We went to Sharky's Mexican Woodfired Grill so that I could have my lean n green; 6 oz chicken, and 1/2 cup broccoli. Just does not compare to a warm, just-baked chocolate chip cookie...I'm not really a big meat eater anyway, I love my fruit and carbs.

When I got my food, and my boyfriend had his giant fajita bowl complete with a side of chips and beloved black beans (mmmm.....) I stared at it like a toddler would stare at lima beans. I let out a sigh, and maybe even a little tear, but choked it down. It wasn't bad after I put hot salsa all over it. After I finished, and made Chris eat the remaining what seemed like 10 cups of broccoli they threw on my plate in place of rice, I was content. I knew there would be light at the end of the tunnel. I turned to Chris, my boyfriend, "You know, this is a bad day. But I feel so much better now that I've finished." He looks at me and says, "You can do it baby." And I can!

Being full, but now with a Starbucks Zen tea as dessert, we went to Target to buy a digital scale. Still dreaming about that warm chocolate chip cookie....Obsessing really, more than dreaming. I "tweeted" about the cookie, and said that I should call my health coach Marissa. Low and behold not 2 minutes after I tweet, I get a call from her! I tell her right off the bat she saved me, and that today wasn't a good day. She makes a good point: "Don't eat the cookie, and when you go to bed, you will feel good about yourself." So I watched my Sex and the City, then had my sex and the city, and after, I did feel good about myself! (I apologize to not only to my readers but to my boyfriend for any embarassment this blog may cause). No cookie. Instead I had a Fresca! And went to sleep happy as a clown.

I woke up this morning to a few texts from my oldest sister with some bad news, a family crisis that will soon hopefully be taken care of and everyone will heal. It's personal, but in my heart I know everything will be okay. If my sister can get through this painstaking experience, I know I can get through my diet. I haven't mentioned this yet, but my sisters are my best friends and the strongest women I know. From them, I've learned everything, and only more to come.

Sorry if this blog is a little all over the place, but that's what my head is like right now =)