Not too much to report. I'm maintaining just fine.
Eating a mixed bag of nuts as we speak.
Don't have any sugar cravings. Had two bites of the birthday cake they had at the office yesterday. It tasted good, but wasn't like I was in heaven or anything. You'd think it would have tasted like the best thing on earth since I haven't had any in so long. I did notice, though, that a few minutes later the cake was calling my name. See? Addictive. I didn't succumb and that urge went away. :)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
DAMN it!
I was supposed to stick to the 500 cal diet through Sunday, but started eating according to Phase 3 on Saturday morning. It’s about like Atkins. Jamie made sausage and eggs with cheese. SO good! Don’t even remember what I ate the rest of the day, but it included macadamia nuts. The next morning I was 2 lbs heavier. I was so pissed! Of course Jamie can only do the 500 cals for only one day, then start on P3 and be fine, but it figures that I can’t.
Sunday I decided to go back to the 500 cal. Did well in the morning – had a chicken salad. Then an apple a couple hours later. Then went off the plan and ate a chicken/turkey sausage and two turkey meatballs with some sugar-free marinara. That might have been okay, but a few minutes later Jamie comes trotting out with those damn macadamia nuts. They are so good. For dinner I ate left over chicken salad that had half an avocado on the plate with sour cream all over it. Tried to get the majority of sour cream off, but definitely consumed some. This morning, up another pound.
I had already decided last night that if I was up more this morning I’d be doing a “steak day”. A steak day is nothing to eat all day, just drink fluids, then at night eat as big of a steak as I can chased by one apple. This is supposed to get the gain off. We shall see.
I think I have to stick more to plain meats; not processed meats loaded with salt and oils. Can’t go crazy with cheese (dairy, unfortunately, naturally contains sugar)– just have a little shredded parm or crumbled blue cheese for flavor. I can expand the types of meats and fish, like turkey or tuna. And watch my calories. According to Jamie’s mom, the calorie rule-of-thumb is take your weight from the last day of hcg and multiply it by 11. That is how many calories you can take in to maintain. It calculates to more than I’d expect. Just no sugars/starches.
Stressing over 3 pounds is… uh, stressful. I’m afraid to eat anything really. We’ll see how my weight is tomorrow.
Sunday I decided to go back to the 500 cal. Did well in the morning – had a chicken salad. Then an apple a couple hours later. Then went off the plan and ate a chicken/turkey sausage and two turkey meatballs with some sugar-free marinara. That might have been okay, but a few minutes later Jamie comes trotting out with those damn macadamia nuts. They are so good. For dinner I ate left over chicken salad that had half an avocado on the plate with sour cream all over it. Tried to get the majority of sour cream off, but definitely consumed some. This morning, up another pound.
I had already decided last night that if I was up more this morning I’d be doing a “steak day”. A steak day is nothing to eat all day, just drink fluids, then at night eat as big of a steak as I can chased by one apple. This is supposed to get the gain off. We shall see.
I think I have to stick more to plain meats; not processed meats loaded with salt and oils. Can’t go crazy with cheese (dairy, unfortunately, naturally contains sugar)– just have a little shredded parm or crumbled blue cheese for flavor. I can expand the types of meats and fish, like turkey or tuna. And watch my calories. According to Jamie’s mom, the calorie rule-of-thumb is take your weight from the last day of hcg and multiply it by 11. That is how many calories you can take in to maintain. It calculates to more than I’d expect. Just no sugars/starches.
Stressing over 3 pounds is… uh, stressful. I’m afraid to eat anything really. We’ll see how my weight is tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Looking good! Or not?
I go back and forth on feeling accomplished with my weight loss.
I look in the mirror and see I am significantly smaller than I was a few months ago. I put on pants for work in the morning and have to take them off because they are so big I can't wear them at all anymore. It feels good to throw them in a pile in the bottom of my closet. And it feels good to have to dig for more to wear, though that supply is limited at this size. I know there's got to be a box of clothes I'm missing somewhere.
I'm even proud to report I've gotten into a pair of business capris I haven't worn in 2+ years! They are from White House Black Market (great store!) and are size... 12s!!!!! =) They are a little tight, but hey, they are on.
I'm 3 lbs from my goal for this first round, which means I will have lost 20 lbs on the hcg. Overall, I will be down 30 lbs from mid-March. I feel my legs and arms and waist and can feel I'm smaller. I feel like I'm really looking pretty good!
And then I go shopping. And that's where feeling accomplished and looking good comes to a screaching halt. :(
We went to Old Navy the other day to look for some casual capris appropriate for the beach. I grabbed several to try, size 14s. None of them fit. WTF?! I refused to put on 16s and left with only a top. At least that was a medium. I don't like Old Navy anyway. Weird that my Gap size 14 Long & Lean jeans are getting loose on me, but I can't fit into Old Navy's 14s. I left depressed. Distant are the memories when shopping was fun and everything looked good... and if it didn't, it was the designers fault. Ruined my day.
I am as big as I was when I moved to Washington. And that was the biggest I had ever been, at the time. Feel like I haven't accomplished anything. Down 30 lbs and still fat... but definitely better than 30 lbs ago!
I look in the mirror and see I am significantly smaller than I was a few months ago. I put on pants for work in the morning and have to take them off because they are so big I can't wear them at all anymore. It feels good to throw them in a pile in the bottom of my closet. And it feels good to have to dig for more to wear, though that supply is limited at this size. I know there's got to be a box of clothes I'm missing somewhere.
I'm even proud to report I've gotten into a pair of business capris I haven't worn in 2+ years! They are from White House Black Market (great store!) and are size... 12s!!!!! =) They are a little tight, but hey, they are on.
I'm 3 lbs from my goal for this first round, which means I will have lost 20 lbs on the hcg. Overall, I will be down 30 lbs from mid-March. I feel my legs and arms and waist and can feel I'm smaller. I feel like I'm really looking pretty good!
And then I go shopping. And that's where feeling accomplished and looking good comes to a screaching halt. :(
We went to Old Navy the other day to look for some casual capris appropriate for the beach. I grabbed several to try, size 14s. None of them fit. WTF?! I refused to put on 16s and left with only a top. At least that was a medium. I don't like Old Navy anyway. Weird that my Gap size 14 Long & Lean jeans are getting loose on me, but I can't fit into Old Navy's 14s. I left depressed. Distant are the memories when shopping was fun and everything looked good... and if it didn't, it was the designers fault. Ruined my day.
I am as big as I was when I moved to Washington. And that was the biggest I had ever been, at the time. Feel like I haven't accomplished anything. Down 30 lbs and still fat... but definitely better than 30 lbs ago!
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