Are we there yet?

You know it is not often that I find my self banging my head in frustration at the thought of food. So much in fact I may have self induced these headaches that occurred from time to time.  My cravings for meat were so out of control I needed a motivator, before I jacked someone's Ribeye from their grill.
I headed to the gym and decided to weigh myself. I sighed heavily as I stripped down to step on the scale. I made sure the scale was balanced before I stepped on- 227 pounds.
Disbelieving I stepped of made sure it was calibrated and stepped on again. Same numbers. I repeated this process for about five minutes, before putting my clothes back on smiling crookedly.
I had lost 11 pounds in 4 days.
I am excited, but as I sit today on day 5, I can't help but whine like a child,"Are we there yet?", because I am so ready to chew something already. I promise not to quit. With results like this, it would be self defeating. I was treated to a new juicer that provided more juice. I know I would not have been able to afford on my own. (Samson, you are an angel)
Only significant change other than the weight loss is the constant thirst I feel now. So I get to stay close to the bathroom for a couple days til this stage wears off.
So for now, I am bound to this very short leash of potty runs. Let's hear it for the ole' ball-n-chain.