I hated my job so much this morning. The world seemed overwhelming. Normally when I feel like this, it's usually my excuse to cheat on whichever diet I'm on at the time. I'm glad to report that I managed to grumpily walk to the fridge and grab my stupid salad. Again. (Why does healthy food taste to disgusting to me?) I still felt like rebelling against the world, so I went all out and dumped THREE tablespoons of light dressing into my salad instead of two. So THERE! Take that SALAD! That feels better.
I've only lost 9lbs so far, but I must be crazy because I really honestly see a difference when I look in the mirror. I guess I always seem to gain/lose weight in my face first. I really hope I can continue long-term this time with these new healthy habits. Although I'm complaining about the yucky food, I'm being melodramatic more than anything else. The food is really good. Last night DH made a delicious whole wheat/low fat shrimp linguine. My problem is that I try *so* hard to love vegetables, and I still shove them in my face in controlled portions, but they never taste as good as I want them to.
Sunday I made baked eggplant slices, coated in egg whites them covered in Wasa Cracker crumbs, topped with mushrooms and poured a drop of hot tomato sauce on each when they came out of the oven. They really looked divine. They looked like restaurant or party food. But they were absolutely disgusting. Yuck. They would have been good without the eggplant :P