Last night I stayed up until around 4 am. Around 2 or 3 I started having this huge craving for pizza. I drooled about it to all my friends who were online at the time. I didn’t eat anything else, though.
Tonight I ordered pizza. Like a moron, I ordered two of them. I’m not sure why. I guess I just wanted to eat and eat and eat. But I ate two pieces…and I’m not really hungry anymore. Oh, I could eat more, but I don’t need to.
So I decided not to, and put the pizzas away in the fridge.
:)
I’m finally below the weight I’d arbitrarily decided was my crutch–the weight I’ve been trying to beat since March. (I got very, very close on March 22, but after that I kept bouncing back up and down.) I am really proud of myself for finally getting past it–and I want to stay past it, and keep going down. With that goal in mind, two slices of pizza is more than enough. (It helps that I have been eating properly for the past week, which always makes it easier to distinguish between hunger and appetite.)
So, yay. Here’s hoping I can keep it up!