Earlier this week I wrote up an imaginary conversation I imagined my metabolsim was having with my fat cells, and that now that I'm working on emptying the fat that's been stored for 20 years that those cells are being stubborn.
Well, I think they've deciced to let some fat go, but sent a surge of the "hunger hormone" at the same time to convince me to keep them full. I have had 48 hours of intense hunger. I've had to use every trick in my repetoire to not eat everything in the house but I think I've finally quelled it.
While the biologist in me finds this whole process fascinating, the dieter is getting a little ticked off. After more than a year of following my plan, did not expect this white-knuckle-shear-willpower event now.


), I am so thrilled with myself that I didn't give into them. Self discipline is a good thing, it turns out. It feels real good to to make mature, reasonable rational decisions and do *right* by my body.