Curses!!

Oh, dear favorite soda pop. How you torment me.

This is day 3 of having just one can of pop per day, and I'm still a tired lump, and this morning in particular I am resisting the urge to go up to the cafe and buy a delicious, ice-filled soft drink.

I've got my one-can-ration in my lunchbox. It's just waiting there for me.

I want to drink it.

But I also want to wait awhile so I don't use up my ration so early in the day.

I'm kind of embarrassed that quitting this junk is so hard.

In perhaps more positive and/or optimistic news, I received my copy of The Beck Diet Solution yesterday, and did the Day 1 activities. So far it is interesting. It's about retraining your brain with Cognitive Therapy so that you will "learn to think like a thin person", rather than about an eating plan.

Day 1's homework was to review a list of reasons to lose weight (and add a few of your own reasons), then write these reasons in order of importance on a 3"x5" card. Then make a written agreement to read this list two times daily, and to post the list in at least one other place where you'll see it and be reminded to read it.