One day down...

41 to go!

I survived day one of this:

and truth be told, it was harder than I thought it would be.

I felt hungry but it was more, I think, because I was restricted in what I could have.

It wasn't that I was really hungry, it was more that I knew I couldn't eat.

So I wanted to.

But I didn't.

The hardest part was the workout.

Not because it was physically difficult

but because it made me realize how out of shape I am.

And I felt ashamed.

But then

(after a little consoling from fella)

I told myself that that was why I was doing this.

To feel better

To feel proud of myself.

So I cooked dinner,

did some tidying up

watched an episode of Glee

and took my tired butt to bed.