Okay, here I am again, starting up my third round of drops. Actually, I've already done a week of drops and have lost about 13 lbs but if you subtract where I was BEFORE I went on vacation, then I suppose I've lost about 6... not including the weight I gained at the Feast of Tabernacles and the load days...
My friend Kay told me that it gets easier and I was pretty skeptical but she's right. It does get easier. I guess the first time, your whole life is centered around meals and especially if you love to cook and to taste your wares, like me, then its such a culture shock to suddenly be reduced to two tiny meals with no snacks. How can you survive that? I think it wasn't just a matter of being hungry as it was a matter of adjusting to the changes.
Speaking of which, the trees are really changing and the colors are so vivid this year. I love fall but hate what comes after it. I'm not fond of winter or tromping through snow or navigating my car over icy roads or shivering or dressing in layers. Big Mama sure don't need to pile on layer upon layer to further accentuate an already portly frame. Three layers and a coat and I can't even fasten the seat belt. Then I get to work and spend the whole day deleting and re-adding the layers as they seem unable to find a happy medium to the thermostat. The leaves are so pretty but they do always carry and air of foreboding and the threat of all things dreary.
And that reminds me, I still have my frozen strawberries with Vanilla Cream Stevia to eat. Yea!
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