Oh I thought I knew hungry.
You try working 14-hour days with groups of five year olds outside in the Chicago sun for 10 weeks. I swear, I knew hungry.
Really, what I knew, was bored, stressed, tired, happy, sad… now though, now I know hungry.
What I had felt before was an annoyance more than anything. It was a “I feel like eating” pang, rather than a true hunger pang. In the last nearly 4 weeks, I’ve felt real hunger. And I’ve felt the satisfaction of being not hungry anymore.
I’ve counted it out, and 21 weeks brings me through Valentine’s Day. I cannot wait, really and truly, to feel that satisfaction of hungry to just barely not hungry when eating clean, real food. I can’t imagine how much farther I’ll come in these weeks…
I seriously cannot believe I’ve been at this 3 full weeks already, and I haven’t had one “cheat” or one “break” in the program.