I've fasted on four separate days now, and am surprised by the fact that I am coping. I truly thought I would cave in on day one, because I've always believed that the reason I'm rubenesque is this huge love affair I've been having since my teens, with food.
I currently have no idea how I feel about food. Last week I loved it, this week... clueless.
I'm finding feast/feed days anticlimactic too - I expected to feel the need to stuff my face with anything that wasn't nailed down, but I'm waking up and am slightly lost... I don't know what I want to eat!
This has never happened. Ever.
I feel like I'm wandering around on a feast/feed day with a general feeling of "Now what?"
How did the rest of you feel when you started this WOE? Were you also surprised that you could actually do it? Were any of you as confused as I am? I feel like I've lost my best friend!!!
I currently have no idea how I feel about food. Last week I loved it, this week... clueless.
I'm finding feast/feed days anticlimactic too - I expected to feel the need to stuff my face with anything that wasn't nailed down, but I'm waking up and am slightly lost... I don't know what I want to eat!
This has never happened. Ever.
I feel like I'm wandering around on a feast/feed day with a general feeling of "Now what?"
How did the rest of you feel when you started this WOE? Were you also surprised that you could actually do it? Were any of you as confused as I am? I feel like I've lost my best friend!!!