I'm wearing.....
.....drum roll, please......
MY SIZE SEVEN BLACK BONGO JEANS.
In case you don't remember, here's the original post about The Black Jeans.
My husband? Happy guy.
Happy guy who is down 30-something pounds. And whose best friend asked me where he can get his own HCG.
I'm pretty freaking happy too. In case anyone was wondering. :-)
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Two weeks in; One week left
Good morning, ladies and gents!!! Why am I so freaking chipper, you wonder? Because I am officially in the last week of Phase 2, AND because I currently weigh less than I have in a LONG TIME. Like, SIX YEARS.
The past week has been rough on both me and the Mister. We've both been leveling off in our numbers, and seeing very small losses, followed by small gains, followed by a stalled scale. It's frustrating when you're following protocol and aren't seeing these huge losses that you were seeing in the beginning.
You know what's more than frustrating? Going to the movies, sitting next to someone eating Twizzlers, who is sitting next to someone eating popcorn, eating the cut up apple you brought with you, and GAINING A POUND THE NEXT MORNING.
No shizz. It sucked.
The movie, however, was pretty excellent. If you're a fan of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books, I recommend the movie version of One for the Money. And I'm hoping to heck that they start filming Two for the Dough soon.
Not just because I want to see Morelli get kicked out of a car naked, either.
Anyway, back to this diet stuff. We recently discovered that our last day of the drops is supposed to be SuperBowl Sunday. This thrills me not in the least. I was considering stopping a couple days early, so I can eat wings and Phase 3 pizza during the game, but I have a feeling my darling husband is not on board with that program.
He is Mr. HCG, folks. I haven't seen him snag one thing off protocol. (Whereas I typically grab a piece of chocolate once a day. Also, I did have a small glass of Bailey's one night last week, after speaking to an editor who no longer requires my services. It was a small glass. I swear.) He doesn't forget his drops, he carefully measures his food.
Ironically, the one day he didn't really measure his food and just eyeballed it, is the day he broke a stall. Sometimes our bodies need to be shaken up a bit. The extra protein shook his up. When I tried extra protein, I saw a gain. So that, obviously, doesn't work for everyone.
In fact, yesterday, I accidentally skipped lunch, and showed a great loss this morning. I'll be interested to see what happens tomorrow, after eating normal meals again. I'll report back on that, but I can tell you I am RAVENOUS so far today.
So one more week and I can start eating cheese again. Look out, fresh mozerella. I'm coming for you.
The past week has been rough on both me and the Mister. We've both been leveling off in our numbers, and seeing very small losses, followed by small gains, followed by a stalled scale. It's frustrating when you're following protocol and aren't seeing these huge losses that you were seeing in the beginning.
You know what's more than frustrating? Going to the movies, sitting next to someone eating Twizzlers, who is sitting next to someone eating popcorn, eating the cut up apple you brought with you, and GAINING A POUND THE NEXT MORNING.
No shizz. It sucked.
The movie, however, was pretty excellent. If you're a fan of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books, I recommend the movie version of One for the Money. And I'm hoping to heck that they start filming Two for the Dough soon.
Not just because I want to see Morelli get kicked out of a car naked, either.
Anyway, back to this diet stuff. We recently discovered that our last day of the drops is supposed to be SuperBowl Sunday. This thrills me not in the least. I was considering stopping a couple days early, so I can eat wings and Phase 3 pizza during the game, but I have a feeling my darling husband is not on board with that program.
He is Mr. HCG, folks. I haven't seen him snag one thing off protocol. (Whereas I typically grab a piece of chocolate once a day. Also, I did have a small glass of Bailey's one night last week, after speaking to an editor who no longer requires my services. It was a small glass. I swear.) He doesn't forget his drops, he carefully measures his food.
Ironically, the one day he didn't really measure his food and just eyeballed it, is the day he broke a stall. Sometimes our bodies need to be shaken up a bit. The extra protein shook his up. When I tried extra protein, I saw a gain. So that, obviously, doesn't work for everyone.
In fact, yesterday, I accidentally skipped lunch, and showed a great loss this morning. I'll be interested to see what happens tomorrow, after eating normal meals again. I'll report back on that, but I can tell you I am RAVENOUS so far today.
So one more week and I can start eating cheese again. Look out, fresh mozerella. I'm coming for you.
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