There are plenty of foods that I miss (cheese, I would kill for some cheese) but the thing I miss most is eating with The Boy. Anthropologically speaking, sharing food is an intense bonding experience. Even though we aren’t stalking our prey through the city streets, it’s still a simple and special thing to sit down and eat as a family.
Today I had a setback- I gained a pound. Now in the real world this isn’t a big deal, one can gain and lose 5 pounds in a day, but in HCG Protocolland it’s a huge deal. Something has gone wrong- you shouldn’t gain weight on 500 calories. This sent my day downhill pretty quickly of course, but at the end of it there was a silver lining. Not once did I want to drown my sorrows in a vat of bacon and chocolate. A major thing for me is the emotional eating. I eat when I am upset, or […]
Yesterday I was committed, but was afraid something was terribly wrong. I wasn’t really hungry but still very excited when meal time rolled around, but when I ate an orange suddenly I felt like my “self” was about 6 inches above my body. I wouldn’t classify it at lightheaded, but just not right. Fortunately I am well supported and Dr. Stacy knows to check on me. She recommended that I add an extra dose and not let myself get like that in the first place. Here’s what I think the problem was,
The major hurdle I’ve been struggling with (for a whopping 2 days) on the HCG diet is the “I want something”. I’m not hungry, but I want to be eating something tasty. It makes me sort of obsess about the next meal or snack.
I haven’t killed anyone, or had any murderous urges for that matter. I was attempting to quit smoking (the whopping 2-4 cigarettes a day) at the same time but that just sent my brain into obsess mode, so we table cessation for a bit. I feel pretty good actually. My “$60 a bottle miracle liquid” as my LP calls it seems to be working for me and most importantly my mom. Let’s recap the day 1.