cautiously opptimistic

This is the third day of my new regime. As (obviously) a highly suggestible person I have decided to follow my fav bloggers diet and go on the south beach plan. So far so good. It isn't too hard once you get over the first day. There is definately sugar withdrawal. It was wierd. If I give up coffee the headache is expected but the affects of sugar are just as bad. It made my head feel fuzzy to give it up! and my body kept prompting me to find sugar since it knows the feeling will go away. But it only took a day, not even, an afternoon to go away. Since then I have been feeling really really good, even though it is too soon for any weight loss. This I am attributing to the affects of evened out blood sugar. This is supposed to even out your mood. Perhaps it is the power of suggestion but I will take any good effects anyway they come. It is also a good motivator since my sister and Iboth agree the scale can certainly take away any enthusiasm by remaining stubbornly on the same numbers. Then you get the feeling it no longer matters what you do you are doomed to a life of fatness and ineffecutal attempts that depress you. My new resolution is to judge my diet by how good it feels. That is odd hey, a diet making you feel good. So far this one does so it is staying.

It also has had it's moments where I think "wait, can i do this for the rest of my life?" and then I regain reality by doing that one day at a time thing. It isn't hard to think about eating healthy today but thinking about all the days ahead makes the little voices (sponsored by sugar no doubt) start whining that this will be impossible and that it can't be within reason to try to eat healthy forever. That is just as depressing as the evil scale. Now, I also console myself with the idea that I am not locked into some depressing deprivation plan but a flexible meal plan where the idea of splurges is accomodated and that noone is forcing me to give up anything, it is a choice of foods that actually mostly taste good.
As for incentive..
well, yesterday I went to visit a friend who just had a baby in hospital, and let's just say in another ten pounds the chair won't be an option. I had to hold the chair with my hands and press my thighs into it. It was close. I could feel the chair pressing the flab into my bones.
Now if that isn't a reality check what is?