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Day 2 to 4


I woke up feeling better and more in control. Amazing how the body works, I ate real food, no junk and woke up without stomach pain. Go figure.

I had my challenges, a night out with friends was limiting, but I had an herbal tea to sip around the fire. Without explaining my new adventure, everyone teased about my dry night.
I wonder why I need the program if I can do it on my own, this morning I woke up down 7 pounds. I know that’s water weight; a polite gesture from my body for giving up the crap for 72 hours. I know the loss is short lived and eventually I’ll have to start losing real weight, new weight... not the same 15 pounds, again.

The wonder is gone, when I am two inches away from my face with a cookie (without realizing) before I remember the commitment and cash payout.

Cash isn’t the guide though; it’s what we’re going to do with it. In 239 days, when I have met my goals and get the reimbursement comes back to me full and we book a vacation. There is a debate on what type of vacation; England to visit family or a cruise to just unwind. A reward for Richard and I to reconnect, because it might be mine challenge but it is our adventure.

Now I must get back to my Chicken, Broccoli, Sweet Potato... the only thing I feel safe eating.

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