The last three days have been an emotional rollercoaster, but despite the challenges I made it through the first week. With the exception of one minor weak moment, I stayed on the diet and as of tonight I am down 4 pounds. I am learning what it means to eat for nourishment and not for comfort - an entirely new concept for me. It's tough. I love food and I don't remember a special moment or event in my life that doesn't include food. That has alot to do with my southern upbringing. Our family gathering always revolved around a big spread of home cooked food and I learned from a young age that food can cure anything that ails you. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad and most of my thoughts are consumed with planning my next meal. Since the start of this diet my biggest challenge has just been resisting the urge to eat something that I know will taste good and give me a quick fix. This must be what it feels like to be a junkie. I have an addiction. Food is my drug of choice and I am dealing with some major withdrawals. Don't get me wrong, the food I can eat on this diet is good and filling, but it's just so different than what I'm used to. I'm not sure what to do with myself at this point. I feel lost and way out of my element. I know that once I complete this 13 week program and hopefully learn some self control I will be able to reintroduce some of the good stuff back into my diet, but for now I will persevere for the sake of my health. By the way, my amazing husband kicked ass this week and lost an incredible 12 pounds! I'm way impressed and inspired. 1 week down, 12 more to go.