So I'm hiding in the bedroom. Ok, so this cycle, I've lost 2.6. Or shall I say, re-lost 2.6. I'm not counting the loading weight I gained and lost (what a week!). Mark says I need to get over it, but the fact is, I'll be pissy and resentful until I'm down below where I was for the five minutes before my surgery--which is 10# below now. I'm 6# above my LIW (Last Injection Weight). 4# above the LIW zone (the zone is 2# below to 2# above). So at least in a week I'll be back in the zone. But I guess that old math needs to be erased as this is a whole new cycle.
I also need to come up with a new cataloging system. Decade of X, Y, and Z won't work in the weeks to come. Hmmmm. Any ideas? Should have thought this out more.
Anyway, a coworker of Mark's has been on the hcg plan and has felt great--no hunger, headaches, inexplcable gains, or minefields. I'm happy for her, of course, but it makes me feel crabby about me. Again, why does my body have to do everything weird and wrong?
Six weeks minus one day 'til stabilization. No bacon; I've learned that the hard way. Sugar in the curing=no eating on stabilization. Feh. I did come up with something else, though. Safeway has natural pork with no additives at all. So I made my own breakfast meat patties, which are awesome, by the way. I started making little patties for Anna and me, cooking an egg and putting it on the top. Anna said it looked like a hat. So I co-opted the old jazz tune name, "Pork Pie Hat," and renamed my dish,"Pork Egg Hat."
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