I have no clue how it’s gone from two and a half packages of Oreo cookies in a matter of days to no desire whatsoever for Oreos. How does that happen? I was trying to explain this whole process to Karen as I was visiting teaching her last night. Oh. Wait. My partner, Faith, didn’t show up with the lesson, so Karen and I were left to our own devices. [To be fair, Faith was stuck after hours at school working with a teacher with a ‘situation.’]
I explained what I had been eating for the past three and a half weeks. I told her I was sleeping well, had more energy, felt great physically, surprised myself by actually liking the smoothies that made up the bulk of my intake, and that I had lost 13 pounds. She was intrigued.
But, the whole Oreo thing is just a great big mystery.
Never, and I do mean never . . in my life have I ever been able to resist an Oreo, but today I think of them as just so-so. I can live without them. I have no cravings for them. Usually what would happen if I even thought of an Oreo is, my saliva would be squirting all over the place. I would be driven to find something — anything — to eat that would make me stop thinking about food. And then I would stuff myself and feel crappy and eat even more.
Ugly, vicious cycle!
But take that, ugly vicious cycle! Wham, kabam!!
139 this morning! Not that I really want to weight 139. I’m perfectly happy with 140.