Approached this day with a funny blend of bereavement, trepidation, expectation and excitement. Our LL session last night was very good. 12 women form our group; they are all very friendly and warmed up after the first few awkward sessions.
My weight was 100.8 — only .3kg on since the initial weigh-in at the introductory session. Our leader was surprised because usually people stuff themselves during the Last Supper Syndrome before they start LL, and gain significant weight, she said.
We did the Lemon Exercise — closing our eyes, visualising a dish of juicy, shiny lemons, picturing quartering them with a knife, popping a quarter in our mouths, chewing down on it, savouring the taste of the pith, rind and flesh, etc. Most of us were grimacing, apparently, which shows how powerful the mind is, enough to conjure up smell, taste, and texture in a split second. Our session ended with the challenge that it will be the Mind which will carry us forward on the coming journey, and not to underestimate its power.
OK, OK, on the way home, I stopped at the Chinese takeaway and got some Special Fried Rice and Won-Ton Soup for my own Last Supper, although Nadia filched a whole dumpling from me.
This morning, I woke up at 05:38 sweating, with a migraine, nauseous, and having had a nightmare that our neighbours had been killed in the Spanair air disaster of two days ago. Bad way to wake up.
Breakfast: vanilla shake whizzed up with handheld blender — actually very nice.
Lunch: Thai Chilli Soup. Wonderful flavour, though texture just a wee bit chalky. I don’t think I’m going to mind it long-term.
Tea: Chocolate shake. Nice, malty, satisfying. Thank GOD the flavours are halfway decent.
Morning was emotional rather than physical, and that reversed pretty sharpish by late afternoon, when I would have popped anything in my mouth if I hadn’t paid enough attention — a pecan, a spoonful of Stella’s omelette, an apple dangling voluptuously from our tree, etc. It is just dawning on me how frequently and unthinkingly I put things in my mouth. And I would have forgotten the morsels as soon as I had committed the act of eating, thereby feeling virtuous but aggrieved tomorrow morning for not having lost any weight.
I trust tomorrow will be worse than today, when glycogen stores are depleting steadily. But I am not going to second-guess tomorrow. Keep it Simple…
