So, yesterday was my first full day on Diet Mode.
I'm going to admit something: I function very well on crazy diets. I have two modes: "I can eat it," and "I can't eat it." In can-eat mode I have trouble with moderation. Because hey, I'm already thin, I'm active, I'm healthy. I can eat a whole bag of salted almonds, right? Or have four candy bars for lunch. In can't-eat mode I just can't eat it. Easy as pie. I bought a whole bunch of goodies for the office yesterday, in celebration of Chocolate Day, and walked by them every time I went to the bathroom (which was a LOT. I drink a LOT of water at work). And I was not tempted. I did not have to exert much will power at all. Because they weren't in the plan.
Instead I ate:
2 chicken breasts
giant mound of broccoli
bowl of mexican chili I made (ground chicken, corn, black beans, jalapenos, tomatillos, and lads of cumin)
a few slices of pork tenderloin
handful of raw almonds
pile of wilted spinach and mushrooms
I adapt very well in restrictive conditions. But, it's only been one day.
I slept for 10.5 hours last night. I went to bed early to read and, well, didn't last very long. I guess my body needed it. I had a dream that I was on The Biggest Loser, and was terrified of getting voted off, since I didn't have any more weight to lose.
I'm excited about tonight's Bachelor Workout. I heard a rumor that I'm in for an ass kicking. Bring it on, Brad (and weeping ladies). Bring. It. On.