The Triple Threat

I had a hard weekend.  Weekends are hard for me since I am purposefully unscheduled, particularly on Saturdays.  I like to sleep late.  Between that and various errands and chores, my eating schedule often gets messed up.  This Saturday was no exception.  At least I got all my water down.

Transitions are also difficult for me.  I don't know why when I am moving from the hcg to another plan, I start thinking that I should eat this or that before I get in the swing of the new plan.  Since I'm moving to the cleanse at the recommendation of the hcg rep I spoke to on Friday, I spent the weekend at war with myself over what and how much to eat.

Finally, I had some stress with my living situation.  The details are not important.  It involves 65MD's son and I promised myself that I would not turn this blog in to a rant-fest with regard to that whole situation.

So, last night I fixed and ate pancakes.  I knew when I made them that it was not the best choice.  I had the internal conversation about how this was not going to make anything better.  I acknowledged that I would be sorry in the morning. But dad-gum-it, I was having those pancakes.  I made a batch and sat down with a full plate fully prepared to eat every bite.  After about 5 bites, I wasn't enjoying them quite as much, but I was determined.  (Why oh why can't I have that type of determination on the stair stepper!!!)  I ate almost half and finally came to my senses.  I offered the rest to 65MD, who didn't want them, so I tossed them.

This morning, my weight was up.  I know why, and I know what to do about it.  So, I'm doing it today.  I think by next weekend, I'll be in the groove of the cleanse, and it won't be so hard.  I sure hope so!