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Feeling strong!

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Just to update on how I feel after one week of no refined sugar or carbs...

  • I have had no fits of raging-moody hunger, and these were daily occurances before.
  • I had no trouble avoiding a buffet of lasagna, bread and sweets at work yesterday.
  • Juice is so sweet it almost gags me and I have to dilute it with water.
  • I have had no temptation for dessert, a daily craving before. No bread/carb cravings either.
  • Less need for snacks throughout the day.
  • When Nick and I went out for a celebration dinner last night, I did eat several pieces of bread. It was the first time all week I felt so full my pants were busting. (I don't regret it though! That was good stuff. And I'm allowing that one special meal each week. But I might find I don't even want the bread at my special meal.)
  • I'm excited about trying all manner of dried beans! We regularly eat red, black, lentil and black-eyed peas, but I want to try some less familiar ones. Picked up Christmas lima beans yesterday.
  • Nick just got me a new digital weight/body fat/water scale for Valentine's Day! I hugged him in the middle of the store for thinking of exactly what I wanted. With how screwy my hormones are, I am never sure how much water affects things.
Bottom line: I'm feeling great so far!

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  1. !!!!!!

    I don't know what to say. I'm so excited for you!

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  2. it seems like this might be exactly what you needed. I'm really glad it's making you feel better.

    I know I need to work on cutting refined sugars and carbs down, if not out... but, apparently, I need to work on my cholesterol more.

    Anyway... keep us posted on your progress :)

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