156LBS, 1300 calories in, 2:42pm, November 21, 2025. That’s something!

It hasn’t even been two weeks yet and already I’m beginning to feel sick of the non-stop fat checking and calorie counting. I feel my plateau is right here right now, but I need this diet to be different.

I have noticed that some days are harder than others. Each time my hunger whines at me like a seven year old, I tell my brain my stomach and I are busy burning pants sizes like two little pyro-maniacs.

Burn baby, burn.🔥

I also expect for my weight to bounce back and get ugly a few times until my bathroom scale and I have reached an understanding, and we’re able to lock in a consistent weight.

My partner told me last night-unprompted-that I have lost a lot of weight, she says it’s noticeable now, especially on my thighs. I guess these sausage thighs are looking more like green beans now. 😊

Along with losing 6LBS, it also feels like I have lost my freedom to dine without counting. I’m a little worried about what is going to happen when it’s time to introduce some more calories into to my life.

Self control is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to master because why shouldn’t I treat myself to key lime pie?

When my stomach and my brain don’t understand the assignment, I tell them both not to give up, keep going, and one day it’s going to be worth the many nights of denying myself.

Let’s keep this progress going!

Signed,

Slow burn.