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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Beta HCG Diet - The Deprivation Pity Party

I've just passed the midpoint of this brutal Beta HCG diet. You have to really want this to go through it, I tell you. And I do.

But...today I had a deprivation pity party most of the day. I was physically hungry, which doesn't happen very often. I was hungry Sunday also, but I was at a surprise birthday party for a good friend where there was tons of luscious food, all the more luscious because I couldn't have it. I brought my own orange, shrimp and melba toast, and it's a good thing because nearly everything on the long buffet table was drowned in something wonderful that I couldn't have. Then the next day I was totally disinterested in food all day and had to force myself to eat.

This is a strange diet. Or, I have a strange body. Or both.

At Costco when I went to buy lump crab a week and a half ago, I bought a red net bag full of 28 mini Babybel cheeses, which I love and can only get in small red nets that hold 6 at my local Giant grocery store. In fact, I bought two of the big nets, because I want them there when I can eat them and they last a long time. Every time I open the fridge, they call my name clearly, sweetly and loudly. I simply can't WAIT to be able to eat cheese again, and eggs, and more than one vegetable at a time -- with butter or some kind of sauce. But I will wait.

I'm sure this self pity is compounded by the fact that I haven't lost a pound since last Friday. I've done everything right that whole time. Grrrr. I lost 15 pounds the first two and a half weeks, which was astonishing. I could practically feel the pounds melting away. So maybe being stuck for a week is just my body adjusting. If it goes on much longer, though, I'll...I'll what? I'll call my doctor who is an HCG expert and ask him what to do. But I have faith that tomorrow or the next day I'll be back on my downward slide.

I take heart by wearing clothes I bought a long time ago "because I planned on losing weight." Ha! Some are brand new with tags. They never looked good on me but they fit just dandy now.

This is just a little emotional temper tantrum and, like a three-year-old, just leave me alone and I'll get over it.

Stay tuned.