Day 3...I'm still alive!

Well I'm on day 3 and I'm still breathing. I'm doing fine as far as sticking to the diet. Well in all honesty I'm doing fine all around. Yesterday was a different story.

See, I'm one of those fat girls that has dieted before...err I've dieted MANY times before. I've had success and I've had failure, but the one constant with any diet I've ever been on is that I'm a bitch the first week. I always called it my junk food detox period..my mother would probably call it an excuse for me to be mean and inconsiderate. Potato..Potatoe.

So I'm a bit suprised to find that I don't feel the thin layer of bitchiness completely surrounding my inner being during this first week. I only felt it yesterday, but it's hard to decide if it was because I was craving deep fat fried twinkies dipped in chocolate or if it was because it was like 6 degrees with a windchill of -10 outside and I drew the short stick at work leaving me with the task of doing outside trash....I hate people with their fucking trash...dump it at home!!