The scale agrees with me this morning.
It's hard to get out of bed.
My head is pounding.
My hands are shaking.
The vertigo is crippling.
But it's all for a worthwhile cause...
I will be thin.
No questions asked.
I'm feeling accomplished.
Only 3 pounds away from a new recent low weight.
I'm going through severe sugar withdrawals, my body's outcry against what I'm doing to it.
I'm in a detox, of sorts.
My mind is hazy.
Eventually, my body will adjust- whether it be in a couple of days, or a week.
I just need to focus, keep my eyes on the goal.
104. 104. 104. 104. 104.
I need it, like I need air.
I'm getting there.
Even if it's only one pound at a time.