Breakfast – Scrambled Eggs with cheese
Lunch – Roast Beef Sandwich
Snack – PB&J half-sandwich
Dinner – “Delicious” Egg Omelette with bacon, onions and green peppers
Water: ~ 116 oz.
Okay, I lied to you. I’m horrible, I know. I said at the beginning of this diet that getting through the first day would be the hardest thing I would do while on the diet. I lied. Outright. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I lied. Granted, at the time, I didn’t know I was lying to you, but I still lied. As my friend, Diane, told me, the last three days would be the hardest. I had no idea. How could I have known how sick of eggs I would be or how I would begin to loathe every drop of water or diet soda that made it into my system. I am so tired of eating eggs, I can’t even begin to tell you. Cheese no longer makes eating scrambled eggs worth it. Yes, you heard me right. A self-proclaimed cheese addict just said that even cheese doesn’t make something worth eating. I’m ready to eat seafood again. I miss seafood. I’m also ready to eat steak and other highly carnivorous cuts of meat. Thank goodness this diet is almost over. I don’t think I could ever do this again. I could do a week, but not two weeks. No. Two weeks would absolutely kill me.
I’ve noticed a new habit I’ve formed at work while I’m on this diet. Between lunch and snack time, I watch the minutes tick away. When I get to work, I ignore the clock. Most of the time, my coworkers have to remind me that it’s lunch time. After my snack, the afternoon whizzes by before Sean picks me up. The two and a half hours between lunch and my snack, though, drag forever. I look at my watch every couple of minutes. I get twitchy. I have a hard time concentrating. I go nearly crazy waiting for those two and a half hours to be up before I can eat my snack. It’s not that I’m hungry. In fact, usually when that time’s up, I won’t eat my snack right away. I’ll just note what time it is to myself and then start working again. I always eat my snack. It’s just that once those two and a half hours are up, I can eat my snack whenever I want. It’s almost like my mind becomes obsessed with the limitation of waiting two and a half hours between lunch and my snack that it can’t concentrate on other things. Then, once that time’s up, it goes about its own business and I can get back to my life.
I really need to get off this diet. Two more days. I can do this.