Hunger strikes

I have spent the last two days looking at food pictures.  Ack.  I am so hungry.  I am at the point that fish is looking mighty good.  Okay the picture I am looking at right now maybe doesn't quite get me real excited, but ...

My dog is getting cabin fever, but every time I try and take her out she heads straight back inside.  What kind of dog doesn't like the rain.  Well actually both my dogs do that, but I am sure it has nothing to do with me.  Now the big black dog is a bit of a fraidy cat.  I have no expectation that she would save me if someone broke in, she would be under the bed.  As she has been for the last 3 days.  Poor sweet thing so afraid of the wind.

Oh yea hunger.  I am back to week one.  Why?   I could cut calories and eat healthy and low calorie, really I could.  I would be so good.  Really.  Why? why? why?  Why am I depriving myself of the wonderful food all around me.  

So what am I craving today?  Chicken.  I want chicken cooked (rather than raw), with cucumber salad.  I am craving this meal.  I want this meal and I want it now.  

I went to a client today, and I had to walk up a teeny weeny hill.  When I got in the door they came rushing over to  me offered me a seat asked if I needed water, in general was I having a heart attack.    I told them not to worry I wasn't having a heart attack I was starving.  So one of the rushed upstairs and brought me down a bunch of cookies.  Notice that when you tell someone your starving the first thing they offer you is sugar.

I politely declined and then watched them all munch down on the cookies brought for me.    

Oh yea, I found taking the dog for a walk was a good distraction from food, but short of carrying her on my back, she is not in the mood to help me at this time.  

Ah well 10 weeks and 2 days.