One week. That’s seven days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. Anyway you look at it, that’s how long it has been since I’ve had meat. Guess what, I’m still alive and I feel great! Have I thought about a juicy ribeye? Yep. Did Chief try to entice me with a burger? Yep. I almost ate seafood but I didn’t. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t hard. It was a battle of the mind. Last night was the hardest. Around 10pm I became really, really hungry. My juicer was in the dishwasher and I was tired of fruit. I tried eating some chocolate hazelnut butter but as Chief stated, “this tastes like cardboard.” I grabbed my keys because I thought, nothing could be better right now than a super-sized order of french fries from McDonald’s. Sigh. But I didn’t. I drank a glass of lemon water and went to bed.
In the past week I’ve juiced, indulged in raw meals, vegan meals, and vegetarian meals. I ate a magnum almost every night. I ate cookies and chips. I ate whenever I got hungry (with the exception of last night) and guess what…I lost 5.2 pounds!!! In ONE WEEK!!! 😆 That’s right. Although last night was difficult, I made it through and the scale looked so pretty this morning. Now I’m only 6 pounds away from where I want to be for my birthday which is in 12 days…I’m gonna try to make it!