It’s funny how knowing you cannot have something or do something makes you want that something so much more. So much more it hurts…
Just wanted to post a quick thought about yesterday, which was my first day on the Every-Other-Day Diet. (The book is a very easy read, by the way, and describes a number of studies whose results seem back up what the author is proposing.)
Yesterday was a fast day. 500 calories. No problem, right?
Yah. I was damned sad, the second I took my last bite of lunch, which I ate later in the afternoon, just to mitigate my suffering. I should have been fine. It was a satisfying and healthy, clean lunch.
But all I could think about was the fact that I couldn’t eat anymore yesterday. I thought about that from the last bite of lunch, until the moment I fell asleep, probably 7 hours later.
BUT – I will say that the other thought that was bouncing around my hungry brain, which was that as soon as I woke up today I could eat whatever the hell I wanted to eat, actually did help me suffer through it. That, and many, many, many ounces of water.
“I can eat tomorrow. I can eat tomorrow. I can eat tomorrow. I can eat tomorrow.”
So far today I haven’t had the urge to binge at all. I may have indulged in a cookie or two, but honestly, my mind isn’t set on eating all the food, or eating any crap. I’ve just been eating my normal foods. Mostly clean. Mostly homemade.
I did weigh myself, and was nearly 3lbs lighter than after my long run last Saturday (I forgot to weigh myself Sunday, the first day of the diet). I’m sure I’ll be up tomorrow but I guess that’s just part of the experience.
So we will see. We will see…