OK, so it is my fault-it is always my fault, unless I'm being fed through a tube, and I'm not-so that is one good thing.
Lost 3 pounds this week-not good for me. I work really hard and am strict with this diet, and I expect myself to lose 4 pounds per week at least since I'm exercising. Yes, I'm greedy, and Yes, I'm also impatient, and Yes, I am a goddamn overachiever. Who only lost 3 pounds. Dammit.
I knew when I got up and my fingers were swollen that I was taking on water like the Titanic. This is a common problem for me because I love high sodium spices too much. It's my biggest weakness actually.
I'm disgusted, and defeated-yet my counselor is all 'you did really well this week'. Ugh, tried to be nice and gracious and thank her, but she doesn't get it. But thankfully, cheating is not even an option in my head. In the old days I would have grabbed some pretzels to ease my pain.
Strangely, I keep having these dreams where I am cheating and eating off plan-and in my dreams I am actually repulsed with myself for doing so. Nothing like a bit of subconscious motivation to help the conscious me.
Wishing you all a low fat day.