Hunger has been a frequently used word in the house this week. Not because I have been hungry, but because I've been learning whether or not I am. It feels very similar to when I quit smoking. I new I didn't need to smoke or even want to smoke, but my hands were so used to holding a cigarette that I no longer knew what to do with them.
The same thing happened this week. Even though I was not hungry, I found myself craving the action of eating. It didn't even need to be potato chips or a big bowl of pasta, I craved snacking on cucumbers or celery sticks. The action of eating. Thankfully my Spry gum got me through those moments.
Then today I woke up early, drank a big glass of water and sat down to watch some television. Since Matt and I eat the exact same meals at the same time every day now, I wait for him to wake up before I get to eating. So I did my best to relax when suddenly I realised that I wasn't hungry. Normally when I wake up, the first thing I do is go and start making our meals for the day, and by the time I'm done cooking, I'm ready for food. But today, I waited, and waited, and the hunger didn't come. We ate, certainly, but not because we were hungry, because we knew we needed to eat.
And after eating, we were genuinely full.
Starting Weight: 246 lbs
Current Weight: 232 lbs
I am officially at my lowest weight in six years.