Losing a part of me

I made it through Day 2 of the program mostly unscathed. As much as I hate myself and my weight gains these last eighteen months (and especially the last three), I know that I have to force myself to stay on track because the only way that I will ever not hate myself is to force myself to lose the weight. I suppose I should clarify that it is the only way that I will not hate my body… there is so much more going on that it is hard to think that this alone will solve my ills.

Did I stay true to the program yesterday? Yes I did… with one very minor cheat (which I repeated this morning). Princess Sophie has me trained to sprinkle some shredded cheese on her food in the morning, and when I did I took a very small bit for myself. I cannot see the harm in that… at least not if it is my only aberration from the program. Other than that, I had four meal replacement shakes, most of a pot of coffee (with a very small bit of milk and sugar), and a metric fuckload of water. It is no wonder I slept worse last night than the previous… I was up to pee four times! While I will try to drink as much water today as I did yesterday, I will try to be smarter and drink less of it after 8pm.

While I will not be discussing hard numbers for a while, I am happy that after two days I am down 8.5 lbs from what I weighed Thursday morning, which was my heaviest weight in something like three years. There are so many reasons why, but the end result is that I hated myself more that morning than at any point in a long time… as pertains to my body. The rest of my mental crap? That’s another story.

Aside from catching up with an old friend and colleague via video chat this afternoon, my plan is to spend most of the day studying. My exam is in three days and I am still not confident that I am ready for it. I am going to do my best though.

I am also going to do my best to stay true to the program today.