Yeah, this is happening:
I've done two days at Level One and am going to try Level Two today so I'm not doing the exact same thing three days in a row. I fully expect to be dead by the end of the day.
Also, this is my second day on a restricted calorie diet. Yesterday was okay, even though I blew 420 calories on a grande triple shot skim milk white mocha at Starbucks while I was writing. It was worth it though. I wrote 2567 words, bringing my weekend total up to just past 7600. It would have been almost 70 calories less if I'd left of the whipped cream.
I am not emotionally or mentally ready to leave off the whipped cream.
Other than the Starbucks I was crazy healthy in my food choices, didn't feel unsatisfied, and even with the white mocha, came in with 30 calories to spare. Yes.
Here is my inspiration:
I want this dress, people. I want it baaaaad.
And I want to look HOT in it.
Think happy, non-dying thoughts in my direction. Prayers are also appreciated.
And I want to look HOT in it.
Think happy, non-dying thoughts in my direction. Prayers are also appreciated.