TMI

In the interest of full disclosure, I am blogging about my evening yesterday.  This is definitely TMI, so those who are squemish or faint of heart should stop reading now.

 

J-boy and I sat down to a lovely dinner.  It was the first time in a good long while, that I'd come home from work and prepared a meal for both of us.  We agreed last year when I started the hcg, that we would each do our own things for meals.  Only on rare occasions had I prepared a meal for anyone other than just me.  J-boy told me several months ago that he missed that.  It was a sweet thing, not a jibe at me at all.  One of the things we both looked forward to upon reaching my goal weight was me cooking again for both of us.  This time making healthy, nourishing meals.  We had some nice pork that I had started in the slow cooker and finished in the oven so as to get rid of most of the fat; green beans fresh from our garden; and macaroni & cheese made with low carb macaroni and real cheese, not that powder or processed cheese food.  I entered everything in to sparkpeople before I ate to make sure it fit in my plan for the day.

 

We ate, and talked about how nice this was.  We discussed how nice it would be going forward to eating real food together.  We even speculated that J-boy might trim down a few pounds.  It was good. We cleared the table, put away the leftovers, loaded the dishwasher and moved on with our evening.

 

Still reading?  Here comes the gross part...

 

Then the pains hit.  This was way more food than my body was used to having at one time apparently.  It was not happy at all.  It decided that the only thing to do was eliminate it in the most violent, painful way possible.  OK, maybe not, but boy was I sick.  It took a while for the food to works its way through my digestive tract and it hurt every step of the way. 

 

I tried to keep a positive spin on it, thinking that I'd lose more than my goal of 0.2 pounds this morning since everything I'd eaten was racing right on through.  That was not to be.  This morning I had gained 0.6 pounds!  Of course that blows all of my goal calculations from yesterday.  It also stuns me.  How in the world did my body hold on to that many calories/water/whatever?  Now I'm back to reconsidering this whole 'normal' eating/1200 calorie minimum thing.  I simply cannot afford to gain any more weight back.  I'm open to suggestions.