On Sundays I normally make food for the rest of the week. I hurried back to the store because I forgot to buy some celery for my midday snack, and it was almost closing time. When I arrive, I saw that almost no one was there. I felt all alone. And hungry.
I started dieting two months ago, and I’ve received a lot of compliments about the noticeable changes to my body. While I do enjoy the attention, I would be lying if I said I’ve enjoyed my weight loss journey.
Sure, I’ve lost a lot of weight but it’s made me considerably hungrier. And moodier. I’ll get aroused by simply looking at restaurant commercials showing me pictures of succulent steaks or fantasize about enjoying a delicious bar of dark chocolate without worrying about the consequences that it will have on my diet.
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a controlling marriage with my diet. He controls everything I do: I have to exercise, eat healthy, and sustain a strict calorie deficit. It can feel so restrictive at times. That, and I also have to stay faithful to my diet, in a sense, and avoid cheating on it.