My mom left this morning. After a week of trekking all over the capital in my wake, of seeing the sights, and of gamely fine dining with a dieter, she bid me farewell to fend for myself on the mean and lonely streets of big scary London. Boo hoo.
Not only am I sad that I have lost my walking companion and the only person within a 30 mile radius who has known me longer than a New York minute, but I’m also bummed that I no longer have a major distraction from the DYJCMF diet. When my parents were here, I only thought about food 40% of the time. Now, it’s more like 80% (apologies to my employer).
That said, I have to admit that it’s getting slightly easier. The whole stomach shrinking thing, while probably a myth, seems to ring true in this case, and I also have boatloads of energy now that I’m over the initial telltale sugar detox period. At the same time, however, this week I’m also working harder than ever at cutting the fat, so despite feeling slightly more full from less food, I’m still dangerously close to gnawing on my arm. (In my defence, Alex gave me this perfume for Easter and it smells really good and vaguely of vanilla, so my arm is slightly more appetizing than usual.)
So now, as I progress into week 2 without my parents, life is becoming all about distractions. After all, it’s really just a mind game, right? My solutions are (in no particular order): taking lots of walks; writing painfully redundant blog posts; drinking gallons of tea and pretending it's cookies; and torturing Alex with pointless discussions about nothing. Any other suggestions are welcome.
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You are welcome to call me to have long conversations about absolutely nothing as well. I miss those times a lot.
You should give yoga a try if you haven't already...you'd probably like it. Hope you are well.
Derek
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