The downside is I'm at a point where I don't give a crap. This always happens a couple months in. I get withdrawal. I yearn for junk I otherwise wouldn't even touch. I actually contemplated walking into the Ms. Millie's on the way home tonight.
Fortunately the rational side to my brain won out. Grapes and water it is.Right now this is like pornography to my pathetic, hungry brain.
I'm not having a good time. I don't want to be thin, frankly it creeps me out to be able to feel my bones underneath my skin. After I lost the first 70 or so lbs I got really worried because I could feel this hard bump on my neck. It was my fucking Adam's apple. By the time it developed initially I was already too fat to feel it so it didn't make an appearance until I was 23. That shit is chilling.
Why am I writing this? I need to go to bed. I'm all punchy.