Day 19

Day 19 - Feelings & Such
Today was a difficult one. I couldn't stop thinking about gorging on cheeseburgers, cheesy pizza, and french fries. Why those three things, I have no clue, but I craved them til I almost broke out of the house and raced to Jack in the Box. I cried, and stomped my feet at the fridge. Yes, I had a  meltdown in my kitchen that would rival the worst 3 year old around, all while trying to figure out what I was going to cook for dinner. Add to that the horrible attitude I had {yes, I can be as b*tchy as the best of them}, and it's a wonder anyone could stand to be around me. I utterly can't stand acting that way, but I feel so stuck in my emotions when I can't eat my way out of them.. I'm sick of the same veggies, over and over, day in and day out. If I could just have broccoli, or lima beans, or anything that wasn't on protocol, I think I wouldn't be so upset.

Day 19 Diet - 500 Calories
I'll be honest, I'm running dry on ideas. So lunch and dinner were just as boring as my feelings are toward the diet part at this point.


At lunch, I cooked a steak in the skillet, and then tried my hand at making "onion rings". Since the melba toast doesn't seem to do too well that way, I just abandoned ship, and sauteed the rest of the onion. It was okay, as far as filling me up. Not great, but not horrible. I just don't think a whole onion can fill me up, and I hate that if I want to use onion it counts as my one allowed vegetable. I added a large green apple, and called that meal done.


Dinner. Ah, yes. Chicken salad. No "croutons". Sliced strawberries. I didn't even use my lemon juice for the chicken. Why? Because I ate 345 calories at lunch. Yes, that meal was 3-4-5 calories. I'm pretty sure that's what spun me into temper tantrum overdrive. So, while dinner tasted much better than lunch, I had to be very limiting to stay within my 500 calorie allotment. It makes me mad just thinking about it right now. Dear Lord just help me make it..


Weight loss from Day 18 = .6 pounds

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