Going “cold turkey” off of Diet Coke was a terrible idea.
And, after only two days, I want to quit and, really, the diet is not that hard. I mean, you get to eat bacon.
It’s an awful mental challenge. I haven’t had cheesecake in like a year. But, now that you TELL me I can’t have it, I obsessively want it. I feel like I’d push old people out of the way if cheesecake were within ten feet of me and grannies were in the way. I’d push ’em hard. I don’t care.
I feel sluggish and my head hurts and everyone around me is annoying to me.
I want to quit but I am not going to.
I cried a little today when I reflected on how much weight I have gained since having kids and how I am pretty much the fattest woman at my gym. And I cried when I realized my hands were shaking a little from caffeine withdrawal.
I remembered from those early days as a new mom that hot showers could cure some of the worst feelings. So, I took my dog for a walk, stretched while listening to Portishead and then took a hot shower that wasted tons of water, I’m sure.
And, now I don’t want to kill EVERYONE, so there’s that.
I will blog again tomorrow and hopefully feel a little better.