This is going to take a long time. Today was my eighth injection. It hurt. I tried taking a long bath while Anna and Mark had breakfast (my breakfast is plain tea). It didn't help much, as the sausage smell wafted into the bathroom, and I was dismayed to notice while in the bath, "Hey, I'm still fat."
It feels like way longer than a week. I'm desperately hoping a new normal will materialize and the days won't be so long and so food-focused. Down only a pound (grand total -17.5). The book says it's normal, but I want better than normal! I was hoping because I weigh roughly the same as a baby element the weight would continue to fall off at a super fast rate.
My skin is dry and uncomfortable--especially my lips. As the whole function of this diet is to burn "abnormal stored fat," I can ingest almost no fat, and that includes putting fat on the skin (like lotion or chapstick). It's quite unpleasant, in fact.
I often find myself wishing I had of continued on my own plan (the plan I lost my first #10 this time) on until I reached that hideous plateau point, then went on this. I understand in time this will all be worth it. But right now I'm feeling pretty miserable with no end in sight.
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