So yesterday, all day, I had this little nagging thought. It wasn't even a well formed thought, just this vague idea. And the idea was "Ok you've been on track for a month, are we there yet? Are we done?"
My body or subconscious or something was bratty yesterday. I was eating on plan but I had cravings to eat more. I found myself in the kitchen at 2:00am with 2 calories left for the day and a little devil voice was saying "Oh eat 400 more calories, who cares?"
I was back and forth between my room and the kitchen - man it was hard. Harder than any other time since I've been on plan. Finally I got in bed and made myself stay there.
This morning I'm not hungry. Not craving anything in particular. It's weird. And I'm back to looking for what December will bring.
Anyway just thought I'd share that because it seemed so out of the blue.