Hungry, hungry, hormonal, hot-headed hippo.

Yup, that was me today. (Is me today?). 

Although I had already decided not to be too hard on myself this week, I have still been trying my best to stick to the plan (optif@st and vegies). I know from experience that the first week is hell, that I would be hungry and that I would want to murder someone. However, I didn't realise this week would also be TOM for me, so that multiplied said hunger homicidal rage by 100. I haven't done too badly on the eating front, but I have eaten more carbs than I should have (although these carbs came in the form of apples, so I don't feel that guilty), and in all honesty, I just feel FAT. My jeans are tight, my shirts are tight, and I feel like everyone is looking at my ass. But not in a good way. 

I had a bad day at work (not horrible bad, just bad enough to get me worked up), and I came home wanted to devour the entire contents of the fridge. Instead, I settled for an optislim bar and a cup of tea, followed by an apple with peanut butter. I am happy that I stopped there, as I am sure in the past I really would have gone back for whatever was hiding in the fridge. 

I know these feelings will pass, and I will return to my normal programming soon, but waiting for that to happen is frustrating. My usual coping strategy is off limits (forever!), so I am learning to deal and will need to develop other ways of doing so. On the bright side, I have another month before I have to deal with being so cranky again! Just in time for my surgery..