Day one was a pretty difficult adjustment. Breakfast was easy. I mean, what's so hard about a veggie omelet? Lunch was simple, with chicken and sugar snap peas. It was my body's reaction to it that was so hard to deal with. I ended up with a migraine by Monday night. I don't know if it was waiting too long between breakfast and lunch to eat something, if I didn't eat enough in general, or if it's my monthly coming up in a few days (because you guys totally love reading about that). It could be a combination of these things.
I took a nap, fixed my headache, and made dinner. We had salmon, broccoli, and rice...well, Ryan had rice. I had the former two. He left some rice for me so I explained that he could have all of it (I only made a small amount). He looked at me for a second and said, "ooohhhhh..." He's going to have more trouble adjusting to not offering me things that I'm going to have sticking to my food choices.
Yesterday went much better. I was reading that if you're not eating enough fats and proteins that you'll have hunger issues and not respond well so I included shredded coconut at breakfast and lunch for some healthy fats. Best. Idea. Ever. I forgot how much I loved shredded coconut :D
I noticed something the other day. I don't scratch like most people scratch. I run my hand side to side over an itch, or I push my nails away from me. Most people draw their fingers toward them when they scratch. I get weirded out thinking about all the skin cells under my finger nails after scratching like that. It's probably silly, and I know there's no real harm in it as we shed and lose 40 pounds of skin in our life time so a hygienic person wouldn't be a threat to society by scratching in a normal manner, but my mind over exaggerates and enlarges the visual (like on a cereal box!) and makes it look gross. Then I feel the need to wash my hands whether I've scratched or not.
I would love to ramble on about more nonsense, but I have to get ready for work.
Have a wonderful day!