Working sure does cut into your free time. This week I barely had time to juice. I certainly had no time to blog. Or if I did, I couldn't find it.
The results this week are mixed, for sure. I have not abandoned the juicing but I have eaten other things. I keep snacking on pistachio nuts. I ate dinner last night at the convent at Mount St. Scholasta and had soup and salad. (I successfully avoided eating the cookies, rumored to be extremely good.)
I am not sure what to think about this. I am tempted to be discouraged. But last Sunday I bumped into Bob Brotowski, a practicing psychologist and killer mandolin player. He told me that if I fell off the diet and jumped back on, I was 50% more likely to stick with it than someone who had not had a lapse.
I do not know if I have had a lapse or if I am moving on to the next phase.
I need to do a lot more reading to be clear on what the next phase is. A lot of vegetables and fruits, I know. That's fine by me. I have been craving soup.
The scale shows me down 6 pounds. That is not earthshaking but it is encouraging. I haven't seen the numbers on the scale go down for a long time.
One more small thing: today I went to a sale at a clothing store owned by a friend of mine. They had what looked to be a fruit punch on the serving table. Lots of lemons, limes and peaches floating on top. I was thirsty and got a cup. Took a big drink & freaked. It was white wine sangria.
It was the first alcoholic drink I have had in over 15 years. I did not know what to do.
I think that was one of the reasons for my crazy eating today. I decided the alcohol should hit a full stomach, not an empty one. So I came home and ate nuts. And ate. And ate.
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