I was thrilled to find on Saturday morning that I’ve dropped from 259.9 down to 258.7.
But I was even more thrilled this evening to finally get to understand what Q actually does — I mean, experience it.
It was the weirdest thing. Dinner was ribeye steaks and corn on the cob. I tore into it and was done after 6 ounces of meat and two passes (rows) on the corn cob.
I was blown away. I guess it was because I didn’t understand what was going on. I had been ready to gnaw my arm off. Then the next thing I knew, my stomach was telling me I was full.
NOT, by the way, NOT my BRAIN telling me “I should probably cool it.” This sensation was my stomach saying “I can’t fit anything else.”
It freaked me out.
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