Friday, January 14, 2011

How do I Learn to Love the Sensation of my Stomach Shrinking???

Hi, Kristin here.  I feel like such a big, fat whiner today.  Today is Day 5 of my Slim Fast Odyssey.  It's going swell.  I have actually written down every bite that has entered my mouth from the time I wake up until the time I sit down to eat supper.  Supper is still my biggest weakness.  I'm only allowed 500 calories on the Slim Fast plan.  Does anyone know how to eat only 500 calories at Guadalajara Restaurant in Superior?  (Wednesday night's supper.)  Or at the Lake Avenue Cafe?  (Thursday night's supper.)  

I don't eat out all the time.  But it seems that when I'm trying really REALLY hard to stick to a restrictive eating plan, or new lifestyle change, or whatever the hell you want to call it... then there are Forces of Evil EVERYWHERE around me, trying to upheave me.  

I want to lose these 40 pounds more than anyone knows.  Probably even more than I know.  I'm doing OK with the two Slim Fast shakes per day (one at 11:00, and one at 3:00...), and I've stuck to low-calorie snacks of tea and fruit in-between shakes, just like I'm supposed to.  What can I do to make the hours from about 5:00 p.m. (which is when I'm starving again) until around 11:00 p.m. (which is when I crawl into bed, weak from hunger)... SURVIVABLE???

I want to succeed.  I even WANT to fit exercise into my week somehow, and this is unheard of.  I'm going to make a schedule for myself this week-end.  I might even try to get my butt on the treadmill tonight.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that as soon as 5:00 p.m. rolls around every day, I'm like a ticking bomb waiting to explode all over the place, and that the tiniest craving or appearance of any kind of food that's bad for my diet has the potential to destroy my resolve.  My determination and willpower after 5:00 are so fragile that I feel literally out-of-control, every day.  My sense of smell increases.  I smell the chickens roasting inside Super One from the far end of the @#$*^ parking lot!  From 5:00 p.m. until suppertime at 7:00, my stomach is twisting and screaming and begging for food and the level of pain is annoying as hell.  Eating dinner at 7:00 squashes the hunger pangs for about an hour, and then BAM - 8:00 to 11:00, pure hell.  As in, pulling-my-hair-out-in-handfuls-hell.

Help?  Ideas?  FedExed gifts of tranquilizers?
I need something!


  1. I hear ya! My sense of smell is so incredibly good right now. I thought I might have an aneurysm from sniffing so hard when Sam brought home McDonalds last night. The bakery really does me in. Last week I was at a hockey game and the little kid sitting next to me had nachos and that disgusting fake cheese which I don't normally even like, but I was so hungry I felt like Edward the first time he met Bella! That kid is lucky to be alive today.

  2. OMG, LMAO, I almost just peed. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped myself; I could've done with losing more water weight. :oP