I start WW tomorrow, so today is traditionally "eat everything you won't see in large quantities again" day. In the past, it was usually a Chinese buffet until I waddled away. But as I sit here contemplating my "last supper", absolutely nothing is speaking to me. I've gotten myself so well-trained in the past week and a half that if I don't have a way of putting my hands on the exact nutritional information (either the package or the Internet), then I don't want it. Even more shocking is that, in the past, I'd go have the great last binge even if I didn't feel like it, just because I felt I had to.
But I don't have to. I don't have to at all.
These are unchartered waters, folks. I'm not quite sure exactly who I am at the moment, but I'm thinking that, as uncomfortable as I am with uncertainty and change, this is still a very positive sign.
And very, very weird.
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