But before we get to the actual numbers, let’s catch up a little. You might recall that in my last post I revealed that I had swallowed my pride, along with a hefty helping of humble pie and ventured into the world of ‘extreme diets’–namely HCG. As I expected, I received a fair amount of backlash based on my previous criticism of diets in earlier posts. Totally understandable. It was me, after all, who denigrated dieting practices for their lack of long-term results and sustainability. But there comes a time in every woman’s life when she’s just had enough. It’s usually right about the same time that her favorite jeans no longer button without her doing a full sun-salutation and warrior 2 yoga pose. (Not that I’d know anything about that.) Or perhaps it coincides with the realization that M&M’s and nachos have become far too frequent guests at her dinner table. (Again, purely speculation here.) My reason was two-fold. One: I was ready to see some real results–not a couple pounds here or there, but some real numbers. And two: I was curious as to whether or not I could actually do it. Could I, ‘the sugar addicted, cheese enamored, junk-food foodie,’ actually commit to no carbs, no sugar, no alcohol, and no fat for 3 weeks? My suspicion was ‘no’. But I found the challenge intriguing.
I have to say, I kind of surprised myself. Don’t get me wrong–there were MANY hiccups throughout this little journey. I actually had to start and stop the process twice before actually being able to stick to it for any significant amount of time. The first time was simply because I went out of town and forgot to bring along my syringes and wasn’t able to do the injections for 3 days. So, I started over–only to have to travel, yet again, for work the following week. This time to Vegas. *blank stare* Really? Let’s talk about dieting in Vegas–the land of indulgence and excess. An absolute joke. I tried to stay on track; I honestly did. But I went down in flames after day 2 in Sin City. At that point I figured, ‘I’ve already blown it. Might as well hit the buffet.’ And boy, did I! Nom-nom-nom!
Finally, though, when I got home from Vegas and knew that I wouldn’t be leaving town anymore, I went in like a Drake and Weezy mix-tape song! I was regimented and focused. Sure I would have a peppermint on occasion, when I needed to get the taste of nothingness out of my mouth, but otherwise, I stuck to the plan. I even skipped Thanksgiving dinner and had a spinach salad instead. Take that, Inner Fat Girl! And I’m thrilled to say that after just 3 weeks, with almost no exercise, (I did workout once,) I lost THIRTEEN POUNDS. Now depending on your own weight and lifestyle your reaction to that number could vary from, “Jumping Jehosifatz, that’s amazing!” to “That’s it. I could lose that in a week.” (I’ve actually had someone say that to me. But I simply wrote him off as a freak of nature and went about my business.) I have gained about 3 of those pounds back since I’ve started working out again, but it doesn’t bother me at all because I know that it’s a result of my muscles retaining water and not my @ss retaining Snicker’s bars.
I know many of you are wondering about any side effects–if I fainted from hunger or grew a third nipple or some such drama. I happy to report–I feel and felt just fine. There was some minor menstrual cramping during the first 2-3 day, (which is normal considering HCG is a hormone), but other than that–nada! Did I get hungry? Abo-friggin-lutely. But it wasn’t intolerable. Sure, there were times when I would catch myself daydreaming of warm, walnut brownies and endless slices of cheese pizza…rivers flowing with guacamole and tortilla chips swimming upstream like salmon during spawning season…oversized lavender-flavored martinis and pyramids of mini red velvet cupcakes! …..I’m sorry. What was the question? Oh, right. Did I get hungry? Yes. But apparently I have more will power than I gave myself credit for, and I was able to quiet my inner fat girl’s wailing and hang in there.
Bottom line, I’m in the low 130’s for the fist time in about 2.5 years. And that makes me happier than a gold digger at All-Star Weekend. I’ve been maintaining the eating habits over this past week without the shots and sticking to most of the restrictions. (Most, not all.) I plan to maintain this weight loss through exercise and healthy eating, but I’m not putting myself in the “NO DIETS” box anymore. I will do whatever it takes to have the body I want, without jeopardizing my health and well-being. And if that means, jumping on a diet for month to jump start things, then I’m good with that. So there you have it, folks. To those of you who sent messages or support and encouragement, I thank you. And to those of you who sent messages of concern or unease, I thank you as well. I know it was out of love, and I appreciate that. I haven’t met my ultimate goal of 128 lbs., but dammit, I’m closer than I’ve been in a loooong time. And what’s better…I put on my favorite jeans this morning without a single yoga pose. Namaste!