Oh no, the bathroom light has gone and I can't see the scales. Just as well as I hit the cheese and biscuits last night and the shortbread. I was still hungry after dinner.
This hunger is beyond hunger. It is ridiculous; as though someone is driving a jackhammer into my stomach.
Without the joy of food it is as though I am just existing, just floundering in a sea of stupidity. I am achieving zilch and all I can think about is the physical pain this kind of gnawing hunger brings. Babies cry when they are hungry. I want to wail. Perhaps I should just think of it as my diet working. It has a lot of work to do.
And I am feeling depressed. Oh groan. Happy Monday.
This hunger is beyond hunger. It is ridiculous; as though someone is driving a jackhammer into my stomach.
Without the joy of food it is as though I am just existing, just floundering in a sea of stupidity. I am achieving zilch and all I can think about is the physical pain this kind of gnawing hunger brings. Babies cry when they are hungry. I want to wail. Perhaps I should just think of it as my diet working. It has a lot of work to do.
And I am feeling depressed. Oh groan. Happy Monday.
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