Over the weekend, I hit the wall. My body turned on me and said, "No more!" I got so weak, it's not even funny. I hoped it would go away, but it didn't. So I looked it up and it said sometimes when you get to the end, the body does some sort of adjustment against the hcg (I'm calling it a counterstrike) and it won't work anymore. So, the only treatment is to stop shots immediately, eat a little more of the very low calorie foods (one more apple per day and a little more protein) and transition to stabilization.
So, while I'm disappointed I only lost 26# (instead of the 35# I was working toward), I am so relieved I get to eat Thursday I could cry. But that would take too much energy. And considering it's left me so weak I fell asleep in the tub at 7:00 last night--three times--it's all for the best.
Still no voice at one week. Lame! Doing school should be interesting. Anna and I did it before, we can do it again. She does the out loud reading, I type instructions. It's just difficult.
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