58. It might be my least favorite number now.

Today has actually been a really hard day, diet-wise. I haven’t felt all mentally foggy since like day 4,  but I did today, and I still kinda do. Suffice to say, if yesterday was a feel-good kind of diet day (and it was), today is the opposite. I started off with a weigh-in that had me up another pound, which is frustrating because I was finally back to where the previous low point, from like a week ago had been, after stagnating for a week I felt like it was finally going to go down.

I’m trying to remember what I wrote yesterday, that non-scale progress is still meaningful, but, I can’t help but feel frustrated. Today is the kind of day where I feel like giving up and throwing in the towel. It’s really probably the first day that I’ve felt this way since I started the diet. I don’t *THINK* I would have eaten it if it had shown up at work, but I really, really wanted pizza in a bad way today. I’m glad there wasn’t any there, because I don’t want to find out if I would have had the willpower today.

I don’t know, it’s a day like today that makes me wonder how well I will really stick to a decent diet once I am done all this (granted, to maintain my goal weight I could probably eat considerably more calories than I am eating now). Suffice to say, I made it through the day, and at this point if I start to feel like I need to eat something I’ll just go to sleep… so I didn’t give up, but I really wanted to. I’m hoping for a better day tomorrow. I think I’m going to make myself a bulletproof coffee tomorrow morning, maybe it will make for a better day.

Tomorrow will also be my next run, and I hate to think what would have happened if I’d been planning on running today… I almost surely would have skipped out on that, or it would have been a miserable run on top of a crappy day.

Anyway, that’s enough complaining from me.

58…  If you watch long enough he’ll explain to you how you should be glad you aren’t danish so you can know how to say 58. It’s kinda interesting.