Setbacks have the tendency to make me insane. My entire adult life has been fraught with them, due to my health. Surgery, back to nothing. Struggle up to some sort of functionality (never fully heal, though), then back to surgery, and the void. Rinse and repeat, ad nauseum.
So, this time where I'm not able to do more hcg, and not able to be active at all, in addition to compromising my body something awful, is certainly not what I'd wish for.
I've been crabby to have settled about 2# above the zone. The zone, if you remember, is a four pound range. Before the surgery, I was two pounds below the zone, into (albeit for about 29 seconds), the Decade of Z. Now, I'm back to a 61# weight loss, not close to a 70# one like I was but a month ago.
BUT, it is what it is. And my dear husband has helped me see a more positive angle on it. I *could* have gained a ton. Many, if not most people gain weight when they have a surgery that knocks them on their backs for a period of time. And with my sordid metabolism, the fact I'm hanging at a mere 2# above the zone, that's pretty darn good.
I honestly can't manage a hcg cycle now. I tried a steak day, only made it 'til noon because I was weak and ill. I need the nutrition right now. And it's ok.
I'll get there. And perhaps the getting there will be all the sweeter for the waiting.
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