Day 3, with some great news, comes a stark reality.

One more day down. I'm actually having fun with this, tracking this, scheduling that. It really feeds my need for control. In contrast, the one thing I should really be controlling and can't, is stepping on the scale. I did it again this morning. And while I was VERY pleased with the results, I'm disappointed in myself that I can't resist the urge. But on a positive note, I'm down a total of 4 lbs. FOUR POUNDS? Omg. I literally weighed myself 6 times to make sure the scale wasn't lying. I just couldn't believe that I was finally losing. I've been working my ass off for 4 months, and lost 2 lbs. I do a cleanse for 2 days, and I lose 4. Now I know that it's water weight, before you decide to jump on the comment board. Believe me. I've been dieting the biggest part of my adult life. But this is major for me. Especially considering all the work I've done, and received such little results. Go me.

I finally worked out tonight. Went to Zumba with a couple friends. It was really nice getting back into it. The only downfall is that I am already not consuming enough calories, and burning 600 more just makes it worse. Today was definitely a learning experience. Now I realize I have to plan for that dip, earlier than that night after the fact. I finally had to stop eating when I couldn't breathe anymore. Glad this was all healthy food I was eating. 

Today was the last day to have the fiber drink for 4 days (woot!). I made the mistake of not taking a deep enough breath before chugging, and I had to take a breath, through my nose, in the middle of it. Ugh. It smells as bad as it tastes. Ad smelling only amplifies the taste. It's a vicious cycle. 

My energy level was higher today too. I made a preemptive strike against my afternoon sluggish mood by making another Spark energy drink after lunch. Gave me what I needed. And not to sound cliché, but I honestly I feel cleaner. 

I really wanted the DH to join me in my rejoice of my weight loss. However, Mr. Cranky McPissPants didn't want to do anything but gripe. I tried my best to play the part of the concerned wife. And I was truly concerned. But I was excited, and I wanted Him to be excited as well. Oh well. I still love him, more than I love Pizza. We all have our days, unfortunately he's stuck in the situation that puts him in a foul mood. If only I could just steal a plane, I'd go pick up our guys. Let the place collapse on itself. Not our problem anymore. But this blog isn't for politics...

I'm going to TRY my hardest not to weigh tomorrow. I'd also love to sleep late. But that just doesn't happen for people with an agenda. I'm ready to go back to the days where nap time was enforced. Please, someone enforce nap time!!

Oh no, At Last is playing on Pandora. And just in time for my meds to kick in. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to post more, including my menu. That was one thing I wish I had seen more of when researching the 24 Day Challenge. More menu examples. I want to help others out with not only my experiences, but food options. 

At any rate, my pillow needs a hug. I'm so excited about tomorrow, mainly because I don't have to take that damn fiber drink. Woo fracking hoo. Oh, and so I can see if I can break the nasty habit of weighing. Someone want to take my scale away from me?