The first week of any new "program" is always an adventure. It's full of hope and determination. Motivation prevails when soreness and sugar withdrawls set in. Images dance through your head of your future self. All is daisies and sunshine.
The second week is the week you fight with your body to determine dominance. You body chuckles and says, "Well, that was a nice little experiment. Now lets get back to reality. I want a burger, fries and a chocolate malt." For a moment, there is a part of your brain that says, "Well, that's a lot of protein" and tries to justify any number of "off program" foods. Then you start to have converstions with yourself rationalizing the idea that if you ate nothing else all day you could still stay within your calories. Of course you know you're going to get hungry and eat anyway. Not eating anything else all day is not a healthy thing to do. This is supposed to be about a new you, a healthier you. So you buckle down, take some Advil and have a protein water in the hopes that it will make you feel full.
The third week is when you seriously consider your sanity. You may have even lost a couple of pounds. But when you consider the food you've eaten (and haven't eaten) and the calories you've burned and the soreness and headaches and menu planning...how much are those few pounds really worth? It's not even like you're in a different dress size. You know that Sunday is going to come and you'll be facing your closet with nothing to wear to church...again....still. You also have to grudgingly admit that you're sleeping better, your skin hasn't looked this good in a long time, and you have more energy. Rats. You hate that it makes a difference across your life, not just in your closet because if it didn't, you wouldn't have to keep going. But it does. And you do.
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