Today is day 7 of the 10 food challenge. Meanwhile, Anthony has been eating any 'ol thing and there have been quite a few things at work this week, it seems. My weight is going up. His is going down. Can you say unfair?
I'm having serious thoughts of calling it quits after today. That'd be a week of eating only 10 foods. That's a pretty good challenge. Of course, it's not the challenge I set out to do, but it'd be pretty good.
I did realize this morning that the time period I'd planned on is really 11 1/2 days rather than 10 days, which is what I said I was going to do. So, I'm really at a point where I'm considering three different paths:
a) Stick with it until dinner on Valentine's Day, which was the original plan and would be a total of 11 1/2 days.
b) Stick with it for 10 days, which was also, sort of, the original plan. I'd be free on Wednesday then.
c) Finish up today and call it good with a week.
I am truly up in the air about it at this point.
The hardest parts? Going grocery shopping where there are so many different foods. Having a craving on Thursday night for a peanut butter, banana and chocolate chip sandwich on Dave's Killer Bread. Going to my work meeting on Friday and having to watch two of the guys I work with eat exactly that. I mean, what are the chances? Feeling full but not satisfied. No eating out.
I've gone through periods of being really down about food this week. I don't know if I'm eating too much to make up for not eating what I really want to eat or what is causing the weight gain (after an initial loss - still down over all). My Fitness Pal tells me I've been under my calorie goal every day, but the scale tells a different story.
Besides the not loosing weight in spite of feeling deprived thing, though, I just get depressed about the idea of meals. It's not that the food is bad. It's not that I don't get full. It's just that, well, it's somehow depressing in spite of all that.
Cheery little post, no? Ah well, there is the other one from today of Davan in Switzerland to balance us out.