Seven pounds down, and I'm feeling great. I like how my stomach feels smaller. Not on the outside, on the inside. I can eat a salad and feel delightfully satisfied. My body is craving fresh, unprocessed foods, and for once in my life, not its usual comfort foods like pasta and cheese.
I have to admit, yesterday when we were at the mall, we were lured down a mysterious passageway by a distant "SALE" sign and subsequently passed by an Auntie Anne's Pretzel shop. Holy moly - whoever invented the butter-wheat-yeast combination was an evil genius indeed. It's the ultimate drug. I somehow managed to keep walking by, but not before taking in a few lung-filling gulps of that carb-caine tainted air. What's a girl to do?