I just realized I started my Weight Loss Epic on (or about) Valentine's Day. I don't think I made a huge to do about it because of the 9,999,999 failures. But it was around then. Since that time (six weeks), I've lost 26#. Not too shabby. But it's been difficult, for sure.
Maybe some of my mood swings and pain spikes have just been physical--my body's been going through a lot! There's about a month left until the vaunted STABILIZATION. No sugar or starch. Feh. But my choices will go from something like 3 to about 3,000. And no weighing my food. And I can use lotion and conditioner on my poor parched bod--and cook with olive oil, and, and...butter! And have...wait for it...peanut butter.
It's about two months on the hcg course. One is about over. One more to go. Today's been a rough food day. I'm hoping tomorrow is better.
While I worry I won't reach X by the end of the hcg cycle, I still hope I do. I would have had the late and non-lamented former scale been ACCURATE. Wait, that's not right. Had I really weighed what the aforementioned scale said, I'd more likely have made it. I don't want to failure script, and I'm giving it my all, but the chances of losing 31 more pounds by April 29 are not...impressive. BUT I HOPE, I HOPE, I HOPE!
A short cycle is six weeks (inc. stablization). A long cycle 11 (possibly 12). Next time, I'm going for the short. Probably more than once. But I'll have to see. Tomorrow will take care of itself; today has enough worries of its own.
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