Heightened Sense of Smell?

So this is it day 3 is OVER! I guess I should introduce myself I am the roommate -C. I am twenty years old and at my current highest weight of my life.. I wouldn't consider myself fat, but I am by no means my ideal weight either. Anyway we made it through the third day of the South Beach Diet. YAY. That is certainly cause for a celebration a no carb, no fruit, no alcohol type of celebration if you can even refer to it as a celebration after all the restrictions. I can honestly say I am miserable. If I were in it alone I would have failed already. However, I am holding strong and will survive. I have found that my motivation comes from the most bizarre and ridiculous places. I used to just eat anything I wanted, salty sweet, or sour it didn't matter. Late night cravings always won, there was no battle, I would surrender to my taste buds in a heartbeat. Now things have changed I eat mainly vegetables, leafy greens and lean meats or fish. I enjoy all of these foods but there is nothing that can hold a candle to my mom's homemade creamy mashed potatoes. So how am I surviving? well for starters it really helps not living at home where all the temptations are just a refrigerator away. Although I love my parents their eating habits are not much healthier than mine, so being in a "controlled environment" allows me to avoid the unhealthy food and stick to the diet. Another way I found that helps me indulge in my cravings without breaking the SBD rules is by using my nose. This may seem weird to everyone but give me a chance to explain. I am a fruit fanatic, finding out that all fruits are cut out of my menu completely nearly prevented me from even starting this diet. However I knew a change needed to be made so I gave it a shot. It's Fall and we all know what that means it's Apple Picking Season. This past Sunday it was a cloudless and sunny day perfect for going to the Orchard for fresh apples. I indulged myself in the sweet sultry taste of the fruit and had a blast, unfortunately for me the diet started Monday the next day. Dreadful Monday. I was cut off from the delicious apples that I had just spent a whole afternoon choosing. Ohwell. So now I leave the apples at home and head back to the apartment and turns out my roommate went apple picking as well. So I walk into the kitchen and all that is sitting there is a gigantic glass bowl overflowing with the most perfect red apples I have ever seen. It was like a horror movie for me. My coping mechanism I found it: turns out if I smell an apple it's almost as wonderful as eating one. (mind you I said almost). So now the joke is I want to smell every food I am craving... the chocolate cake, the onion rings, and the sweet potato fries fortunately I have yet to ask anyone to smell their food... yet. THANK YOU self control. Well I guess that's all for today. Hopefully I will have a chance to check in later this week and let you know that I'm still alive. Sniffing an Apple a Day Will Keep the Pounds Away. (at least I sure do hope so).

-C