So it finally happened. I stopped losing weight and inches. Which translates to “bye carbs” because I am still waiting on abs to appear in time for my first NPC Bikini Competition.
I could tell you it’s totally fine and I’m totally fine and it’s awesome and I’m handling it like a champ. But that would be a LIE.
It sucks. I didn’t even realize how beneficial the very small, very pure, amount of carbs I was eating was…until they were gone.
It’s not so much that I feel hungry. I just feel empty. And weak. And like I need to eat at least my body weight in cheezits. Or goldfish. Or white cheddar cheese puffs. Or Doritos (are you sensing a trend here, people?).
Forget 24 days to go.
96 more meals to go.
48 portions of fish to go.
72 servings of spinach to go.
144 more eggs to go…but only the whites.
And then I’m indulging in a cheese-flavored-chip-and-cracker buffet. I want a bowl of each. And not like a cereal sized bowl. A popcorn sized bowl. OF EACH.
I can’t wait (except I can and I will because I am not going to blow all this effort with only 24 days to go).