I’m sure there are worse feelings than going from happy-go-lucky eating-whatever-you-want clueless bliss to staying on the path of right-eating, hitting-the-gym self-control? Those first couple of days when you’re stomach is screaming to get your attention: “Yo! How’s about a little something down here?”
I’m powering through my first week, but I feel like I’m slogging through waist-deep mud wearing iron boots and a backpack filled with sand.
This shouldn’t be this hard.