And So Ends Day One

I ate an apple to keep myself from devouring everything in sight. Then I made the rice and ate my allotment, portioning the rest into containers. Next I put vegetables on to steam since I had nothing worth stir-frying, and cooked my pork in a frying pan with a tiny bit of olive oil, lots of Herbes de Provence and a generous sprinkling of salt. I ate my serving of the pork and set the rest aside for lunch tomorrow. I dealt similarly with the broccoli/cauliflower mix when it was done.

Then I cleaned up the kitchen, and as a final act of bravery, I ran the dishwasher. Never mind the "atta girl," I think I deserve a medal. Or quite possibly canonization. Why? Because during this dinner time I believe I sweated off my entire 64 ounces of water plus the extra I drank after that. I am still trickling sweat. And what is worse - I'm still hungry.

I know that at first this diet will require a certain amount of toughing it out. I know my stomach will shrink as I continue to eat moderate portions. But it seems profoundly unfair that my stomach feels hollow with hunger when I have just finished eating my dinner. Maybe my 20 minutes isn't up yet? Maybe if I drink a lot of water it will actually work to suppress my hunger pangs?

Nobody wave a roast chicken in front of my nose, okay? You might lose your fingers in the feeding frenzy that would ensue.