For the record, I hate food. At least I feel like I hate food. Or at least the kind of food I've been eating. Yuck. I'm sure PMS has it's roll to play but I feel crabby, exhausted, did I mention crabby? My weight, ya, right back how it was. Why oh why can't I live sugar free? I fear it will take some trauma or outside fear of some kind to make a lasting change. I feel like fasting all day tomorrow. I doubt I will.