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Welcome to the post I typically write at the end of the second or third week of a diet. The first week of a diet (I as posted just two days ago) is filled with rainbows and unicorns. I stay on track, I eat like a bird, never get hungry, and lose nearly a pound a day. Then the first or second weekend hits and reality sets in. That’s when I write my “Honeymoon’s Over” post, pout for a few minutes, then hunker down for the long haul.
That’s normal.
What’s not normal is posting the second week post this close to the first week.
For those of you outwardly shouted “Way to go!” over my four and a half pound loss in the first week but inwardly thought “I hate that clown—it took me a year to lose four pounds,” I have good news for you. My weight on Tuesday was exactly the same as it was the previous Thursday. I had three days in a row at 228.5, then one at 229, then one more at 229.
As the outgoing Cathy would say: AAACK.
But, that’s okay. There’s no rule that says the Honeymoon is supposed to last a specific period of time. It happens, we pout a few minutes, then hunker down for the long haul. Even if for the 104th time.
