Beta HCG - Ugly Food Day

Yesterday -- Friday -- was a disaster in many ways. I had physical therapy early and forgot to take my HCG spray with me. PT was torture. I barely labored through it. Discouraging since I'd been doing the exercises with a lot more vigor earlier. But I made it.

Then I went to the grocery store, came home just long enough to drop everything off, then had to leave for a meeting. I had time to eat half an orange, the first half of which I ate before PT. On the way to the meeting I ate my first of two allowed pieces of melba toast. The meeting was at 1:00, over at 2:00, so I figured I would use my $10-off coupon at Ruby Tuesday afterward and take home the extras. They make good tilapia and they were willing to eliminate the oils and sauces in that and zucchini when I was there on my first diet day, so I was looking forward to a nice, long, leisurely late lunch with delicious food.

'Twas not to be. And I was in such a rush in my few minutes at home that it didn't even occur to me to spray or to stick it in my purse. Not good.

The meeting went 45 minutes longer than anticipated and then I accepted an invitation to go to lunch at a nearby cafe. I was in one of those super prickly low-blood-sugar modes where I want to kill something large and furry. I knew it was chemical but it was all I could do to sit there patiently pretending to be a sane person while they prepared everything for us. Our waitress brought my two compatriots' plates one at a time and then stopped to talk to the manager, who was sitting at the table next to us. And kept talking. I could see my plate sitting there waiting to be picked up, and after a few minutes (probably in reality maybe two or three) I blurted out pretty loudly, "Hello! Can I get my food too?!?!" I was clearly annoyed. Then when she brought my plain chicken, it had some kind of gooey sauce all over it. I was totally exasperated and fortunately the manager came to my rescue. She whisked the plate away and a couple of minutes later I had my plain chicken, which was actually not bad. But by that time it was 3:15 and with no HCG and no food to speak of, I knew I needed to get home to my HCG.

I still had another stop to make, to get the battery replaced in my watch. I didn't get back home until 5:00. Headed right for the HCG.

We had an autumn "do" with lots of yummy food at the complex where I live and I figured there would be nothing I could eat so I took my lemon water with me and an apple. Sure enough, all I could eat were veggies in salad but everything was coated in oil so I was content with my apple. Passing up dessert didn't phase me. I only truly mourned not being able to eat the meatballs, which are always scrumptious. Headed back upstairs about 8:30, was absolutely starving -- my body, not my mouth -- and didn't want to take time to cook anything. Since I'd planned on going to Ruby Tuesday, I didn't have anything thawed except for "extras" of shrimp (1.1 oz.), frozen lobster (1.4 oz.) and I cut off another little piece of the leftover chicken to make the 3.5 oz. of protein I could have. I'm not sure you can mix the protein, since they say only to have one veggie at a meal and not mix them, but that's what I had so I went with it. The shrimp was good. It was the last of it or I would have had more. The lobster was AWFUL! I love lobster in restaurants, prefer it with butter but can do without. It's never tasted fishy. This frozen-but-defrosted lobster tail (little pieces) was fishy and I could barely choke it down. Even the leftover chicken -- cold -- was pretty grim. I sliced a tomato and even that was hard to get down. Boy, that was the least fun dinner I've had in a long time. The melba toast I had to top it off was the only saving grace. Who knew that melba toast would be such a treat?

Today is a new day. And I'm definitely headed to Ruby Tuesday for a GOOD meal! Oh, and by the way, I'm down a total of six pounds!