Of course, I didn't do that. It takes too long to do that, and even if I'd started to cook one, I would have come to my senses before devouring it. Still, even typing it, brings that image to mind and how much I would enjoy it.
This is the place in my journey where I start what I've termed "On Plan Cheating." I'll eat way too many of the free foods or decide that I can eyeball the portions. Maybe one more serving won't hurt. Those things add up, stall weight loss, and fuel frustration.
So, in my determination not to eat half a pig at one sitting, I decided to try on some clothes that had been too snug. I had two pairs of pants that the last time I put them on, they were too small, even though I could actually get them on. Every bulge and bump showed, besides being uncomfortable. And forget about sitting down.
I got one pair out and they slipped on just fine. The matching top fit nicely too. I was pleased. I modeled for 65MD thinking with the better fitting clothes, he might mention that he could tell my weight was dropping. He did not.
Still, buoyed by that success, I put on the other pair, which were the same size as the others. I do not know how they were cut, but they looked absolutely horrible. They were still too small in all of the wrong places. They looked so bad, they were funny. However, I did NOT show 65MD and I may never put them on again! That image really didn't help things for me. I tried to concentrate on the fact that I'd added a new outfit to my wardrobe. It helped some.
On Sunday, my extended family came over for lunch. I haven't seen some of them in a while, and I was guessing that I'd lost about 20 lbs since I'd seen a couple of them. I was wearing my better fitting slacks and just knew someone would comment. I can usually count on my mother to mention weight loss, to the point that I sometimes don't believe her. No one said a thing. Not even her.
I powered through. It was the only choice I had. Eating off plan while on hcg is guaranteed weight gain. I couldn't have that. I was rewarded with a nice loss this morning. Just as I was beginning to feel like the battle was won. I got a phone call. The girl scout cookies I ordered are here. Sigh!
(Don't worry, I won't eat them!)