I'm tired and nauseated from eating too many butterscotch brownies. I have been weighing myself every week since I was 22 weeks pregnant and ever since having the baby it's interesting to see a pattern. For every two lbs I lose I gain one back. I tend to sabotage myself when I see I have list weight and gain weight instantly. In the past two months I have lost about 2.2 pounds. Pretty slow progress. I can't complain though. I eat a lot of ice cream and sweets and breads. I am nervous that if I begin some sort of 'diet' regimen I'll completely snap and go into binge mode where I can't get food in fast enough. It's frustrating because I feel ten times better when I am more fit and eating sensibly. Mentally and physically. I may do a juicing cleanse soon. I've done it before and it was great. Really hard. But great. I realized how much I just wander into the kitchen to snack on whatever I can find. The first couple days were the hardest. I hated everyone and had a headache from sugar and Advil withdrawals. But by day four I felt great. I wish I could finally convince myself that that feeling is so much better than the temporary high of cookie dough or magic shell.
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