The number on the scale wobbled lower this morning by a few tenths of a pound, and I was tempted to take that as my number, but I’ve decided to be the bigger person (smaller person?) and wait until tomorrow. I’m pretty confident that once Aunt Flo has settled in, I’ll see a difference.
Either way, the craziest thing is how good I feel. Right now, I feel like I could do this forever. In reality, that would mean never eating pasta in Italy again, which was one of my favorite things that ever happened to me, so I probably won’t keep going at this level. But I could see hauling out this diet again when I feel bloated or low-energy.
Speaking of energy: I have no caffeine withdrawal symptoms left, except that I seem to need a nap in the afternoon. I’m starting to think that this is just how I am, though, and I never realized it, because I was so busy pumping my system full of coffee. I know we can’t move to an island and adopt a more bucolic lifestyle, but there’s something to be said for trying to listen to our bodies as much as we can, given the constraints of our lives, don’t you think? Naps for everyone, is my point.
Anyway, it’s a gorgeous day out. I limped around the neighborhood for awhile with Adam, and found a place that sells organic iced tea about two blocks from my house. One of my favorite things about New York is that it’s actually a bunch of different cities, all layered together. You can live here as a hard-drinking, highly caffeinated person or an all-organic, yoga-loving, vegan person, or anything in between.

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