Forward progress, I make it.
January 11th, 2016
I am exhausted again. I got marginally more sleep than I did last Sunday night, no thanks to my being repeatedly awoken due to an acute allergic reaction to acetone I'm having on my both of my hands, but I did get some actual rest. I think I'm doing a bit better than I was seven days ago, though, as I appear to be adjusting to my new diet somewhat.
I'm not all the way there yet, but I'm not quite feeling so... drained, as I was during the previous week. This is a good thing, for this diet seems to be achieving results for me. I was previously doing a lower carbohydrate diet, though not minding my calories, which has worked for me before. As it so happens, my body doesn't process this so well now that I am growing so very, very old.
Stupid passage of time, it's getting me down.
But yes, so far I appear to be on track to achieve the goal I have for the month, at least as far as my sheer mass is concerned. I don't seem to look any different to my own, admittedly untrained eyes, but I do feel less padding on the bones of one area on my body already, which is encouraging. Always a good thing when I'm craving cheeseburgers and tacos and pizza and nachos. Like, all the time.
My lizard brain, it just doesn't know when to quit.