Could be that my elasticized pj bottoms are ever so slightly looser. Then again, it might be wishful thinking. It's two days short of a month that I've been a good greens girl. For me, a month is pretty much never enough time to feel or see the positive body change I seek. I feel quite confident, however, that I'm not gaining weight, and that alone is a serious mental relief.

Hey, all. This is exciting: A partially chomped stalk of celery rests beside me and, a few feet away, a salad bowl stands ready to be of service. I can say this with certainty: Green is the way to go. It's easing the present transition from my drugs-of-choice.

PS:  My plum-colored Fitbit Charge HR arrived yesterday. Let's see how long it takes me to program it.

23 days since I went cold turkey off the bad stuff. Still not drinking enough water, but that will come in time. Comfort-eating is such a strong habit. When I'm "in my addiction," I feel completely and utterly rotten, enslaved to doing the opposite  of what I want to be doing. So to have found some freedom from that definitely feels good. But as I wrote a while back, I'm wary of the relapse monster. My friend Peg tells me the Fitbit will be arriving soon.

Calling all Sisters????? I have to post.  Down a few more ounces.  So, so slow.  Must stay committed.  I need a time goal.  Suggestions?  A milestone date?  What?  Help me?

Day 15 of green-drink honeymoon period. Honeymoon may be over. Feeling that urge to drive to the store. Not to purchase greens. Choosing to breathe myself through it instead, for now.