Today is Shot #1/Loading Day #1. While I was dreading the actual injection, this time it went awesome! Here's why: the current doc mixes the brew differently (more concentrated, so less liquid) and uses smaller needles. Ahhhhh. It took about two seconds and didn't hurt, nor did it bleed or leave a bruise.
I'm hoping this is a good omen, which I need right now, because my 6:00 a.m. weigh in and measure was terribly upsetting. My alleged stabilization did not last long, and I've put yet more weight on. Another #10 in about two weeks. How is this possible, you ask? I wish I knew. I wish SOMEBODY, SOMEWHERE knew.
Mark and I have both been a bit lax in the last couple of months. The healthy stuff is still there (lots of protein and produce), but more carb has made itself at home. But while I've gained an unholy amount (remember, I was gaining rapidly even when I was eschewing simple carbs all together), he's gained about 3 pounds. That's just how screwed up my metabolism is. He and I are about the same frame size (same height, medium build).
It's just wrong, and horrible, and unfair. I was glad I was up half an hour before everybody else because the despair tsunami was intense and I needed a little while to collect myself. I didn't cry, but I wanted to. Remember the scream Westley utters in Princess Bride when the pain machine is turned up to 50? That was what happened inside my head.
The ugly truth? I've now gained back 70 of the 105 I lost.
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