18 Down; Many to Go

I've been on many diets before; I've even been on Weight Watchers before.  This time, though, there's just a different feel to it somehow.  I've never been so aware of my hunger.  And let me tell you, mama is HONGRY.  I don't mean to imply that this is a bad thing, by any means.  No, I think that it's actually helping me stay on point.  It reminds me that I'm making progress and keeps me on track.

That being said, I kinda feel like I have a new friend that goes along with me everywhere I go.  Sometimes it drifts away, but it always returns, like a witch's familiar.  I tuck it up beside me when I drift off to sleep, with dinner a distant rumble in my tummy.  I shove it aside (not now, busy!) at work, despite it's persistant tugs for attention.  When I do deign to answer it's call, it always feels like too little, too late.  Everything that goes into my mouth is promptly decimated with cries of more, more, more!  I picture razor sharp teeth springing out of the walls of my stomach like magic and reducing any nutritional material to neutrons in five seconds flat.  It's like I have a puppy with pica living in my gullet, always looking upwards with an eager, panting grin.

I don't know why this change has come about, but it's taken some getting used to.  Now that I'm a little ways into this whole thing, I feel like I'm getting betterat at listening when I need to, and ignoring it when I need to.  Bored doesn't = hungry after all.  Heeeeey!  Maybe I'm actually...learning good eating habits!  Weird.