Day Two - It’s Getting Easier?

This morning was at least a little bit easier. The SWF took less than 15 minutes, but more than 10. I gagged once, but not to the point of actually throwing it up-out of my mouth. I got it down. I only made half a batch of lemonade today (30 ounces) which if you’re keep track is less than the SWF, but I had probably 15 ounces leftover from yesterday. Tomorrow I will try limes!

As far as me goes, I’m really up and down. I was awesome during the day. I wasn't even “hungry for lemonade" until after one o’clock. I was laying really low--- hanging out with Dixie, interneting, reading and sitting in the sun. Around 4ish I had to drive to Elgin to the new Outback I’ll be working at. There was traffic there and back, and by the time I got home (quarter to six) I felt pretty wiped. Like a 65 percent wiped, I'd say. I was hungry and lightheaded. Really though, drinking the lemonade gets me back to good. Within the hour, I felt all right again. I should know better than to leave the house without the lemonade or at least water. I’ll remember next time.

The lack of dinner time is kinda killer though. The biggest thing is smelling it. Attack of the senses! I want, I want, I want goes through my mind. The thing is though in stopping and asking myself “Am I really hungry?” the answer was no. I had drank lemonade roughly 15 minutes before the smells hit. So it’s nothing I couldn’t handle, but an hour later when I went to get more lemonade, I saw cheeseburgers. There they were just sitting on the island awaiting my brother’s return from work. I definitely pouted as I poured my lemonade, but no harm, no foul. Later on, I actually saw my brother eating french fries and could smell the greasy goodness. My point is seeing and smelling food makes me want, want, want. No doubt, that’s when the cravings are most intense. This would be much easier if I still lived alone without the temptations staring me in the face...

Or would it? The fact that all three members of my family are verbally supportive helps a lot. I appreciate that when I ask my brother “how do those fries taste?” He tells me they taste terrible and to leave the room. My mom suggested I chew gum and I’ve been considering it (especially because of the intense citrus-sour breath I’ve been noticing, ugh) but I’ve not gotten that desperate yet. Tomorrow? We’ll see. I’m going to have to go to the grocery store for more filtered water, and it might stare me in the face.