My Mantra

So, I read recently on another blog the best words of advice. After today, I think it will be my mantra. This blog contained the words of another woman successful with HCG. At the top of her page she had in quotes "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". Words to live by.

Today was the first of my VLCD. I got up and recorded my weight. -.4 lbs from yesterday - that is at least encouraging considering the serious binge I was on the last couple of days. Went downstairs and made the family eggs, sausage and hash browns. Yeah, a little crazy - probably should have made them all eat cereal but my boy had hockey today and I need him to eat well. I made it through, wasn't that hard really. I wasn't hungry and the food didn't look all that appetizing. Another encouraging sign.

So, after the husband left with the kids for hockey I finished up the dishes and sat down to watch some DVR and have my breakfast. An apple. I struggled to finish it. I waited about an hour and took my first appetite suppressant. An hour later, I swear I felt my stomach growl. uh oh!

The balance of my morning was spent pondering what hunger really was for me. Was it a real physical entity, the stomach growl, dizziness or headache from a sugar drop? Or was is more mental - the idea of only having a single apple for breakfast followed by my measly lunch? Interesting thinking - while I contemplated this, I drank water. By early afternoon, I had consumed 96 oz. I hope that is good, I was peeing like crazy.

Anyway, the mantra. So I made lunch for the family. In case you didn't notice the pattern. I do most of the cooking and all the time. That is another long story. 2 chicken tenderloins and some steamed brocoli. I sat down and felt what I would consider measurably hungry. Half way through struggled to finish the meal. Lovin' these signs.

As mid-day crept along, I started to dread the afternoon. The birthday party. The kind in a hot, sweaty, activity center where a bunch of 5 year olds run around like wild children for 45 minutes and then sit at an industrial sized picnic table for bad pizza and store bought cake. I put my best smile on and filled up my water bottle and headed out, with the boy of course.

The pizza was very easy to resist, I wasn't hungry and bad pizza is certainly not worth the sabatoge. But the cake - a whole different ball game. It wasn't the usual white with butter cream (an easy pass), no it was chocolate with fudge frosting and a boston creme filling piped through. Oh lord, I was in trouble. Naturally the rest of the moms and me were offered our peice, each took one. I did not. It looked good, probably tasted great. But I didn't have to think twice. All I did was say to myself "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". I worked. I will probably be saying that a lot in the comming weeks.

However, I just want to get through tomorrow.