Had a big fight with J and instead of reassuring myself with junk food, like I normally do, I just didn’t eat. Bad, bad, bad. I can’t remind myself of how much I like starving. Especially right now, when it would be so easy to do. It’s funny how I take comfort from food both in eating it and in restraining from it. They are almost equal in their “seeking love from food” factor. No wonder my relationship with eating is so royally fucked.
Ok, back to day two.
Breakfast: Steel-cut oatmeal with raisins and unsweetened strawberry jam (yum).
Lunch: Didn’t eat it.
Mid-afternoon snack: More oatmeal, an apple.
Dinner: Big bowl of Kashi with blueberries and ricemilk.
Water: 64 oz, 2 cups of tea, and all the water I drink with the herbs (probably another 20 oz).
Sleep: Asleep at 10 (an absolute miracle) for a whole 7.5 hours of sleep.
Exercise: 20 minutes walking. Unfortunately, that’s it.
See what I mean … a really bad food day.
Chris, I do mostly agree with you that there’s no point in doing something if it sucks so much that you don’t want to do it. I totally agree that what that leads to is total and utter failure. But this is actually something that I want to do, especially because it’s only for two weeks. I know that if I had to eat like this for the rest of my life, I’d probably rather shoot myself. But for two weeks, to try to detox my body, I can handle it. And if I complain, it’s only because I feel comfortable enough here to do so.