So in between yesterday's noshing on coconut bars (ate 3/4 of the pan), I had half a small (10") pepperoni pizza, some baklava, more coconut bars, more handfuls of chocolate coated macadamia nuts, and 4 glasses of 16 oz each water. No surprise that I was full to just about fricken bursting.
This morning I weight myself. Starting weight was at 213 lbs, my weight was 215.5, so I gained 2 pounds. I noshed on more macadamias, more coconut bars, some cheesecake, some pumpkin pie, a turtle cake loaded with whipped cream and caramel, a Whopper Jr with fries and a coke, chicken tenders from the Puritan (local restaurant-they have the best chicken tenders around), and the rest of my pint of mint chocolate chip coconut milk ice cream. Yesterday I was full to bursting; today I'm not and I'm rather worried. If I don't load properly, I will be hungry. Maybe I'm going overboard. Even Sam yesterday had his eyes bugging out of his head when I listed all the food I ate. *laugh* Even Lindsay had her eyes bugging out at the amount of food I packed in.
We visited the mall in Concord today with Lindsay so mum could go shopping for the anniversary. I was bored stiff with looking at clothes but in between wandering into Chico's and Talbots and Christopher & Banks, I looked at a mirror and saw myself as being thin for a moment. I looked at the clothes in Lane Bryant and said that I wouldn't need to wear their sizes anymore soon. Even had a wander into Hot Topic and laughed at the cute little gothic bikinis they had and said that I would be thin enough to wear them soon. Half of losing weight is mental; so if I say I am thin enough to wear something, then I will be.
My asthma has been bugging me all day and I've had to take albuterol because of it; my theory is too much food forces my stomach up to press against my lungs; plus too much dog and too much of whatever shit Lindsay puts on her skin-I SNEEZE and SNEEZE and SNEEZE for 5 minutes straight if I have too much. I'm not supposed to take the albuterol more than twice a week; this is the 6th time this week I've taken it. Mum says it's my heart; but I agree with Sam on this one, my heart is unfit. once the fat deposits around it and my lungs are gone, my breathing troubles will significantly decrease. In addition, I am tempted to take up yoga once I have a decent job to afford the yoga classes to begin with to improve my fitness and stretchability.
Tomorrow begins the very low calorie portion of the diet for 45 days (minus a one day break for the anniversary). I am somewhat looking forward to this because it will mean I can stuff myself on the allowed fruits and vegetables and 100 grams per meal of seafood, fresh white fish, one whole egg pus whites of two others, cottage cheese, chicken breast, beef or veal (though I cannot have beef or veal more than one meal per day). However, for 44 days I will have to sacrifice my favorite foods. Imagine, no chocolate, no sugar, no cream, no butter, no honey. It will only hit me during my period, I think. I am allowed stevia, so I will sweeten my tongue with liberal amounts of dark chocolate stevia.
tomorrow's menu will be curried chicken salad and some sort of other chicken dish. Most likely French Onion soup with chicken for lunch since I don't have cabbage, which is what I wanted. Hm. Oh well, I will figure something out! Tempted to make a beef soup for work Saturday. Like I said-I'll figure it out.
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