So Hungry... Day 61

Being back home does not equal easier diet...

     So, I really did think that being back home would make being on my diet easier. Not so much. I want to eat EVERYTHING right now. I know I'm still not really settled in, I mean I haven't even been back a week and the weekend was full of birthday parties and lots of visitors, but holy cow this week has been rough. I mean, I have never found the smell of cereal so ridiculously appealing! Every morning when I feed Liam his cereal I am practically drooling... what I wouldn't give for a carbalicious bowl of Captain Crunch! Haha. Oh well...

The good part...

     The good thing is that I seem to be able to notice a slight drop in weight every morning. Which, I am not sure that I was able to do in London. Although I couldn't exactly read the scale properly so who knows! Either way it's the only thing keeping me going on this hellish no-carb regimen. 

32 lbs and going strong (I hope!)...

Does ketosis or PSMF cause depression?

Birthday Party...
     Today was my baby's first birthday party... my little men are getting so big! :o(  This was also a little sad because it was the typical birthday party: cake, pizza, and more cake. And of course the beer and wine I couldn't drink to soften the blow...
     I picked up the cake, then went straight to pick up the pizza....one may argue that those aromas are not for mixing in a car, but I was pretty much dying inside. I'm so HUNGRY! Made it through the party without a single slip though, even though I, of course, was given the job of cutting the delicious looking cake. It was killer...

All-nighter, no snacks...
     It used to be, when I was up all night doing school work that by keeping a bowl of pretzels, or even vegetables for goodness sake, would help keep me going when I would not be gracing the bed with my presence that night. I can't even have a good Skinny Caramel Macchiato to keep me going.... I have a perfectly good Starbucks gift card sitting unused. :o(

Depressed....
     I'm really pretty sure that this diet actually makes me a little depressed. And I'm not talking about my silly ranting about missing Starbucks and chocolate, although that is depressing in its own right. I am referring to feeling actually depressed. I have been the most emotional person the past two weeks, I can't remember ever crying this much! I pity my husband and kids right now...

Kicker...
     Oh, and here's the kicker...this was the first morning I woke up and had lost zero pounds. I know this shouldn't matter right now, I'm only supposed to go by my weekly weight, but it's still depressing...