not that bad

okay- so i have to admit, although the diet isn't fun, it's really not that awful. i'm not hungry, most of the time. so even though it's so little calories, hunger isn't that big of an issue. i'm more frustrated with the lack of variety of food, and the slow loss. my friends ALL lost more than me at the point i'm at. that makes me crazy. the absolute only thing i've done against the protocol is use chapstick. and that shouldn't make a difference, right? anyway-

on the positive side- it's made me look at food differently and learn the natural, unaltered way to eat it. i've learned i can enjoy most things without any oil or fat. (although plain spinach is hard for me.) at this point, i'm just a little bored with the food. and if someone was single (and didn't have to prepare food for a whole family each day) this diet would be easy peasy!! but having all the other food around, and them needing to eat the same old way they insist on eating makes it a little tough. but otherwise.... i've got about 25ish days to go.

we ended up not seeing any movie that night. without our friends to go with, we talk ourselves into stay home. pathetic, i know. and i haven't started catching fire yet. i'm not sure what i'm waiting for. preston said he liked it better than hunger games. thoughts?

last night i sat and made myself finish the rest of cranford. i really, really liked it. it was definitely 'feel good', but i liked it. i think i even cried. anyway, the important part was that while watching, i tried to knit. i couldn't find my 'project' anywhere, so i decided to start a new one. after about 10 minutes of trying to cast on, since i hadn't done that since that night at dear lizzie, i figured it out. i was dang proud. (it doesn't take much.) so i was pretty much feeling like an accomplished knitter. :)


p.s. oh yes- i would gladly put quince on a plane and send him to st. kitts. (yes, i said quince.) over the past 2 weeks or so, he's making lincoln look like the golden child.