Day Eighteen:

I am almost ready to say that I've adopted a new lifestyle. BUT. Just when I let my guard down, I get nervous that I'm going to slip. Like last night, when I made a batch of brownies. I stuck the toothpick in to check if they were done, and what do you know, I put the toothpick in my mouth.  It's things like that, subconscious behaviors that I've done my whole life, that worry me.  So now I'm back to being worried all the time, checking and double checking to make sure I'm doing everything right.  When will this be second nature? I guess two weeks in is just too soon.

My bestie brought me William Sonoma, Cup 4 Cup Chocolate Chunk cookies. It was my first attempt at baking a dessert.  I can only imagine what this creation costs, but nevermind that for now, because they were phenomenal. Everyone agreed.  The only mishap was the fact that A. the wax paper almost started on fire, and B. the cookies all melded into one giant creation. But whatever... they were fantastic and I ate way too many.  I am pretty sure that no one would ever be able to tell the difference between a "real" cookie and these.  Yippee! Can't wait to try the pancakes!

I'm not feeling nearly as frustrated all the time, which is great, nor do I feel starving all the time. Yay! If I had to guess, I'd say I feel pretty much back to normal. Whatever normal is.  I do feel less tired, but can't say that much else has changed as of yet. What does all of this mean, and when will I get a clear sign? My joint pain is still an issue some days, but I can't really tell if it has improved because it's always been a problem that fluctuates.  My headaches seem better, although I'm an idiot and decided to try to get myself off of the migraine medication all at the same time as starting this diet. So I'm holding steady on a much smaller dose, which is good, but I'm still getting the occasional headache. Is this normal of one who weans off of the medication? Probably... I'm not a doctor and I need to stop acting like one! I'll have to wait this one out and see what happens.  Another waiting game.  But as long as I don't suffer like before, I've got the time!

The girls are getting used to my diet, too.  They stop asking me if I want bites of their food, and they are asking a lot of questions about "momma's food." They also like to try it and tell me their opinion.  I guess we're all adjusting, it's just taking time.