South Beach Diet Day 23 - Eliminating Caffeine
Today's South Beach Diet Tips:
* Don’t forget that caffeine on South Beach is a dieting scarlet letter.
* Preoccupation with a crappy love life is a great distraction from food.
And now, here are the details of my 23rd day on the South Beach Diet...
What I Weighed Today: 193.5 lbs. (8am)
I woke up starving today. I grabbed a meal bar and ate it with a big glass or water hoping it would satisfy the hunger. Yeah, not so much!
By the time I left for work I was starving again so I had another meal bar with my latte. By the way, all these full caffeine lattes are against the South Beach rules. I'm only supposed to have 2 cups of caffeinated drinks a day. I try to remember to order half-caffs but I forget sometimes (often), and so I end up with more caffeine than I'm supposed to have.
I understand why South Beach wants you to limit the caffeine. However, eliminating this vice while eliminating so many others that are associated with my efforts to lose weight was turning out to be a huge struggle for me. I guess for me cutting back on coffee while dieting, is like a smoker cutting cigarettes while dieting. When smokers try to diet while quitting smoking, they often fail at one or the other (or both)! I guess this is how I justify my coffee consumption.
What I Ate Today:
Breakfast: 2 South Beach Cinnamon Raisin Cereal Meal Bars, Starbucks Venti Skinny Caramel Latte
Lunch: 1 South Beach Chocolate Peanut Butter Chocolate Meal Bar
Snack: Steamed Mixed Veggies, 10 almonds
Dinner: Low-Fat Chicken Caesar Salad (California Chicken Café)
My other vice/need is being fulfilled by my booty-call buddy. Thank God for him, otherwise I wouldn’t be getting any exercise at all. I gotta mention again that I really kinda don’t like this guy that much and I am actively seeking another male "outlet."
The problem is that Dude-face has so many incongruous behaviors that I am consistently confused. Not to mention the fact that he never tells me I'm pretty or special or…well, anything. The only thing he will do is call me sexy when he's texting for a hook-up or say he enjoys me when he's trying to get back in my good graces so he can request a hook-up. I never thought I would say this but I kind of miss having a guy blow sunshine up my ass about how incredible I am. I need that validation, even if it is total BS and I know it.
What kind of woman wishes for that? An insecure one. I know that I would love to have something real but I would totally take the fake stuff in a heartbeat if the real stuff isn't available.
Yep, that sure says a lot about my self-esteem (or lack thereof). But I think if you had a machine that could read the true thoughts of women you would find a whole lot who feel the same way. Or at least I HOPE you would find many who would feel the same way. Misery loves company.
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