Taps

I haven't weighed yet; I haven't the heart to do it. I got out The Book last night (I mean the hcg diet manual, though on reflection the Bible would have been more beneficial overall), and found a section I either never read or read so long ago I forgot about it). It was on hcg immunity.

Yep, that's me. Doctor failure always chafes me. This section had a list of time between sessions. Both doctors told me 10 weeks was alright. Not so. It should have been a minimum of 12. And when people do end up immune, like me, they should "stop the program immediately" because not only is it not healthy at that point, but you feel really bad, only increase the immunity problem, and any weight lost is not the right weight to lose and will be "immediately regained" upon the next phase. Terrific. So I've spent two weeks and an unholy amount of money for nothing, when I should have quit two weeks ago. Information I could have used two weeks ago.

I "shoulda" lost 35 pounds this time. I'd have been all but done. Done enough anyway. I'd have reached and exceeded my Big Goal (sorry I'm writing like AA Milne right now). Instead, I lost 16. And who knows what will happen to that number when I start stabilization Monday. At best, food consumption aside, it's always a rotten time for me. The weight skyrockets up, sending me into panic and despair. I told Anna last night we should just head to the store today and stock up on steaks for the steak days I'll inevitably need once to twice a week to maintain my current weight loss.

16 is not happy when one worked for, paid for, and expected 35.