700...

This...is...success.

Here I sit quietly with my tiny mini-computer on my lap, beside a tree still lit as if Christmas is still coming. My daughter's voice and the aroma of sweet, chocolate baked goods fill the early evening atmosphere in a warm house, finally safe from snow. I realize now that the incessant pressing of my tongue against the inner sides of my teeth is causing me pain, but not until after the pain has been caused. I ponder this strange (but somewhat familiar) phenomenon for a moment...and let it go back to doing what it does when I restrict more than usual.

The outer sides of my tongue raw from the sharp edges of nescient molars, I sit in silent elation. 700. This may seem like a lot. After a few consecutive days of slippery slopes and embarrassing binges, 700 is HUGE. I am in love with 700. When your goal is 1000 calories a day and you deny yourself dinner with friends and family in favor of 700... That feeling of strength, determination, the ability to say NO to the gluttony of the holiday season and your growling stomach... It's wonderful. I am happy with myself for the first time in days. Perhaps a week. A very loooong week.

Banana
Orange
Apple
Coffee
Rice Cake
One tbsp peanut butter
Cookie
Two cups of asparagus
One cup of steamed veggies
Quaker granola bar
Handful of blueberries

700.

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Let's keep it going.

Strength. Dedication. THIN.

You're all lovely. Thanks for reading. :)