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Here is the update to my no sugar, no flour diet.
I did incredibly well for 21 days. Then I didn’t.
Eating is the weirdest thing. I ate better and pretty much felt better. I had some stomachaches but I figured that was due to the fact that I was eating better and my body didn’t understand. I didn’t want to go to bed at 7pm and I had more energy.
But I missed foods.
I missed the high I get with chocolate and I missed being able to reward myself with food or eat away a bad day.
My stomach was flatter and I looked much better in a swimming suit but I guess that isn’t enough for me to stay away from bad food.
I’m trying to find a middle ground and I’m failing miserably. I don’t seem to have any self control and it is driving me insane.
I go from being proud of my body because of everything it’s done and everything it can do to thinking this is a cop-out and an excuse to eat a Snickers.
Then I can’t decide how good I truly want to look in a bathing suit and who am I trying to look good for? Me? I’d prefer to be reading in sweats in bed. (Oh, and ANOTHER update: we don’t have a fireplace yet. Fireplace stores should have different hours.)
But when I’m in a bathing suit, I honestly do want to not embarrass myself. I’m just not in a bathing suit that often.
Maybe that should be my next diet plan:
I have to wear a bathing suit around the house.
I bet I snack less.
I also bet I answer the door less.
But only at the beginning. I have a feeling after a few incidences, people will stop coming around.