BUT... after my sentence was up, I spent a day eating whatever I wanted, against the advice of the "program" which suggested re-introducing foods gradually. Oh no, I ate chocolate and bread and cheese and... well, you get the idea. Boy, did my body rebel. A word of caution, folks: follow instructions. I was sick for two days after.
Yes, I learned my lesson. I have embarked on a more moderate eating plan, based on the Weight Watchers program. I used to be a WW leader and have always found that program to be sensible and doable (if I stay on track, that is). Yes, I am back on the wagon. This is the wagon I have chosen to ride in.
This is why I need a wagon in the first place. (Oh, yes, I am posting a before picture. Are you happy now, Sharon?) It is just a picture of the "body" because, you see, I am very vain. It is truly an awful picture of me and I think it shows exactly why I'm participating in the challenge! Any time I even think of falling off that wagon, I will remember that I posted this picture for all to see and judge and I have a commitment (or I need to be committed hmmm).
The other thing I'm losing is my temper. Bear with me while I vent a little, would you. My 16-year-old daughter is being bullied. Over the internet. And I am just sick about it. People who were supposed to be her friends have been making extremely rude comments about her on Facebook. Not only is it nasty, but I think it is cowardly. Some of these kids are my students, which makes it twice as bad. They are sweet as sugar to me, then treat my daughter like garbage. Not to her face. Oh no, they wouldn't dare. But online, anything goes. I am in a very sticky position here. I can't do anything about it because it might be seen as unprofessional; but I cannot sit idly by while my daughter's heart is breaking. What would you do?
And I'm losing sleep. Sunday nights, I have so much trouble falling asleep. It might be because I sleep for an extra couple of hours on Sunday mornings. It might be the anticipation of another work week. In any case, we're now in the wee hours of Monday morning and I'm WIDE awake. If I wasn't so afraid of making late-night mistakes, I'd turn on the sewing machine and work on a project or two. Zzzzzzzz.