So I definitely did a lot of chewing this weekend....and it was marvelous.

I haven't checked the scale yet so I'm not sure how much damage I did.

I suppose that I am going to need to move on from this topic at some point. The blog was suggested to me as a way to vent the frustrations of limiting myself to vanilla and strawberry powder, rather than taking it out on my co-workers, and it has served its purpose well. Yet it seems that when I sit down to right about how it's affecting my life, I find that it really isn't.

There are many others things going on in my world at the moment that consume my mind more than food. Why is that such a surprise? We make choices all day that have a huge effect on our life, why should my choice about food be any bigger? The choice to come to work when I'm tired and my ear drums feel like they are about to explode, the choice to stop and give my kid a good morning hug on my way to the potty even when I have to go really bad, the choice to smile and say "have a good day" when someone calls me a racist. All of these choices seem to be a much bigger deal what I have for lunch. At yet...it is a big deal.

At least at first.

Now when I sit down to my liquid, everyone goes about their business. No one looks or questions or wonders why in the world would I want to do that. It seems to be just understood.
"Sarah drinks her lunch."
What other strange things could I change into normal?
"Sarah is a Godly woman."
"Sarah is never late."
"Sarah always puts her husband first."
"Sarah works out everyday."

Those seem like way harder things than limiting what I eat. Then again, I've been obsessed about that for about 2 weeks.

Weight: 159
Attitude: waiting for the inspiration to kick in
Hopeful: pretty much