The problem with feeling thinner, but not actually being thinner, well much thinner anyway, is that you stand in your closet grumpy and defeated. It's Sunday again. I still have nothing to wear to church. My arm will still flap in the breeze as I wave it about to conduct the congregational singing. Nothing anyone else can see - even me, except perhaps my improved skin, will indicate the dedication, sweat and hard work of the last three weeks.

I'm sure some very deep part of my subconscious knew just how hard this process was going to be. That's why I fought it so diligently for so long despite my whining to the contrary. My but I'm a whiny person. I thought hunger was supposed to make you listless.