That little non-word sums up how I'm feeling about day 4. I did my exercise. I'm two glasses away from meeting my water goal. I ate three meals today - two of them really healthy and dinner so-so. But right about now I want to shove a bag of oreos down my pie hole and call myself a happy girl. I miss feeling happy about food. Sad, isn't it. So I'm eating poor man's trail mix to fill the void. A few pretzels and a handful of raisins before 9:00 when the two hour before bedtime thing kicks in.
Tell me this will get easier.