Saturday, August 6, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
VLCD #21 - Wednesday July 27, 2011
Same lunch and snacks as yesterday and same weight. So tomorrow I hope to be two pounds lighter. Can't wait till I wake up to the scale
VLCD #20 - Tuesday July, 26 2011
2.5 pounds down from weigh-in day.
My new weight loss compadre at work and others wanted to know how many pounds and inches I had lost. I reported my results proudly. The one funny thing about this process and experience, even though I'm nowhere near where I want to be, I have no problem telling anybody my nearly 300 pound weight before and now my new slimmer weight. I'm still a big girl, but every day I slim down and every day I feel better and better.
Can you guess what I ate? Tilapia, green beans, Melba, grapefruit and plenty of water. Patting myself on the back. I did real well today.
VLCD #18 - Sunday July 24, 2011
Today I made homemade miso soup with miso, of course, kelp, tilapia, shallots, green onions and filtered water. I've never had miso before or made it. So why would I even try?
It's kind of a funny thing. I discovered my blood type AB negative and it turns out that all of that veal I was eating, even though it's recommended for the HcG protocol, red meat is not recommended for AB blood types. Some of the best foods for my blood type are white fish, kelp and miso. I bought these items at the grocery store without having any idea what I would do with them. Today I Googled miso and looked at several different recipes. Before you know it, voila! my own creation of miso soup. It's amazing what you can create when you just blindly buy ingredients.
It's kind of a funny thing. I discovered my blood type AB negative and it turns out that all of that veal I was eating, even though it's recommended for the HcG protocol, red meat is not recommended for AB blood types. Some of the best foods for my blood type are white fish, kelp and miso. I bought these items at the grocery store without having any idea what I would do with them. Today I Googled miso and looked at several different recipes. Before you know it, voila! my own creation of miso soup. It's amazing what you can create when you just blindly buy ingredients.
VLCD #17 - Saturday July 23, 2011
Yep, it’s definitely a trend. I'm the same weight as yesterday. But I won’t be doing an apple day.
Today's meals consist of black coffee, grilled veal, green beans and edamame.
You might notice that I usually I eat the same meal for lunch and dinner. That's only because it's easier for me to cook that way and I don't mind eating the same thing for two meals in a row. If you get bored easily it's suggested for you to switch your meals up and have maybe chicken one meal and fish another, if that works for you. As for me I'm not about to defrost and cook multiple different items at once.
Today's meals consist of black coffee, grilled veal, green beans and edamame.
You might notice that I usually I eat the same meal for lunch and dinner. That's only because it's easier for me to cook that way and I don't mind eating the same thing for two meals in a row. If you get bored easily it's suggested for you to switch your meals up and have maybe chicken one meal and fish another, if that works for you. As for me I'm not about to defrost and cook multiple different items at once.
VLCD #16 - Friday July 22, 2011
I don't know if the apple day helps me a whole lot when it comes to increasing weight loss. As I already suspected I did weigh two pounds less than yesterday. So it is looking like a trend. I'm the same weight two days in a row and then I drop two pounds. I hope this trend keeps up for me even when I'm in P3 because I vow to never again eat or drink like I was before.
Foodwise today went like this. Black coffee for breakfast (interestingly enough I'm starting to enjoy good coffee this way--I used to have to drink it with mostly sugar and cream). Lunch and dinner was a grilled veal salad with my Georgia dressing. I'm just about done with my batch of dressing so soon I will be inventing something new and different, so I'll keep you posted on the recipe. And who can have a P2 meal with out the Melba. One think I have not been working in to well has been my fruit.... That is something for me to definitely try to improve.
Foodwise today went like this. Black coffee for breakfast (interestingly enough I'm starting to enjoy good coffee this way--I used to have to drink it with mostly sugar and cream). Lunch and dinner was a grilled veal salad with my Georgia dressing. I'm just about done with my batch of dressing so soon I will be inventing something new and different, so I'll keep you posted on the recipe. And who can have a P2 meal with out the Melba. One think I have not been working in to well has been my fruit.... That is something for me to definitely try to improve.
VLCD #15 - Thursday July 21, 2011
Apple day! The only reason I decided to do an apple day was because I stayed the same weight for two days in a row. It's probably because I'm reaching a point where my weight loss becomes consistent. I was able to finish three apples rather than two, so I did do better on eating them this time around.
VLCD #14 - Wednesday July 20, 2011
Even though I just got my hair permed for work today I'm going to wear my brand new sexy long wig. And for the first time in I don't know how long I am able to reach my entire leg to shave. Sexy skirt it is and I was also easily able to put on a nice satin top and not have my breasts bust the buttons out! I wanted to make sure I wore this outfit before it gets too big for me.
At work I received many compliments on my jazzy look. This felt really good. It's been a long time since I've received a compliment and was able to take it. It also felt so good to have people tell ME I'm losing weight. I'm glad my efforts are noticed.
Lunch and dinner: grilled veal, edamame and a Melba.
At work I received many compliments on my jazzy look. This felt really good. It's been a long time since I've received a compliment and was able to take it. It also felt so good to have people tell ME I'm losing weight. I'm glad my efforts are noticed.
Lunch and dinner: grilled veal, edamame and a Melba.
VLCD # 13 - Tuesday July 19, 2011
You can go ahead and subtract 4.5 pounds from yesterday. Yep, that's right--263.5. I'm on a roll. Feeling so good I don't want to detour from my progress, so today's meals will consist of coffee, veal, edamame and Melba toast times two.
What did happen to me would probably send most overweight, self-conscious girls running in tears.... I ripped the back of my jeans on the way to get my car’s oil changed. Not a little rip that you can pull your shirt over and cover, of course it wouldn't be. It was a giant opening that wasn't shy about showing my backside. So I had to go home and change. Now this wasn't the kind of rip where you've laid on the bed and had two friends zip you into your pants. I had been wearing these jeans all summer long and they fit loose on the second day of wear. So I knew it wasn't from my current size--it was from my previous size, and the poor things just gave up entirely! Good thing nobody saw, but I did have to snap a photo to share with one of my best girlfriends so she could join me in laughter.
What did happen to me would probably send most overweight, self-conscious girls running in tears.... I ripped the back of my jeans on the way to get my car’s oil changed. Not a little rip that you can pull your shirt over and cover, of course it wouldn't be. It was a giant opening that wasn't shy about showing my backside. So I had to go home and change. Now this wasn't the kind of rip where you've laid on the bed and had two friends zip you into your pants. I had been wearing these jeans all summer long and they fit loose on the second day of wear. So I knew it wasn't from my current size--it was from my previous size, and the poor things just gave up entirely! Good thing nobody saw, but I did have to snap a photo to share with one of my best girlfriends so she could join me in laughter.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
VLCD # 12 - Monday July 18, 2011 - 2nd Doctor’s Weigh in
268lb and 17 inches, baby. Yes! A total of 17 total inches gone. That means way more to me than the few pounds that I've lost.
My day so far. I've done a tremendous overhaul on my closet throwing away anything that is too big, unflattering, tattered. I even went through clothing and underwear that are so small that they wouldn't even fit when I get back that thin. There were three garbage bags filled up. Two had nothing clothing and one with old purses and another large bag filled with shoes. All of this junk is going to GOODWILL with the quickness. I rest for lunch having my tilapia salad.
I'm on a roll with cleaning out the junk. Some things are hard to get rid of, but you have to clean out the old stuff from your life in order to make room for newer, better things. I think I will make this my weekly Monday habit. It feels so good. Soon enough, I'll have just the items around that make me feel 100% good. That goes for people as well.
For dinner I had dinner with a friend at Japanese restaurant called Sho-gun. I had onion soup, which was good but kind salty (taste buds changing?) and something called a Tom Roll, which I thought was a good idea because it was rice free. I wish they had noted that it had cream cheese and some sort of "lightly" fried outer crust. Well, you know me--I still have not figured out how to waste food, but I am making better choices eating out.
VLCD # 11 - Sunday July 17, 2011
Weight Sunday 268. I'm back on track now and feeling better about my little hiccup
Today it was tilapia seasoned with hot curry seasoning on top of a green salad, sliced white onions and Georgia dressing. Should eating this clean feel so good? My salad is so delicious I feel guilty. What am I going to do with myself? I feel bad for eating bad and bad for eating good. Something's got to give. I can't continue to let food make me sick to my stomach.
VLCD #10 - Saturday July 16, 2011
Weight Saturday 271.5. Damn it I was hoping to loose a few, but I'm still being punished for Thursday. That's ok though, I'll just eat like I did before the Georgia trip and I should be back on track soon.
Lunch: tilapia and spinach
Dinner: veal, lettuce with onion and my special Georgia dressing.
I forgot to eat my melbas and fruit today, but do I really need it.
VLCD # 9 - Friday July 15, 2007
Back in Texas and back on the plan.
Weight Friday morning 271. I gained 0.5 pounds. I was pleased it was not more but of coursed wished it was less. True lesson--you cant have it both ways when it comes to weight loss and healthy eating. I'll make today an apple day. And out of the six apples I had planned for today I ate two.
VLCD # 5 - 8
Trying to adhere to my VLCD while I was in Georgia proved to be more difficult than I thought. The first two days I was not able to get to the grocery store, so I had to make do with what there. I ate apples and prepared salads from the VA deli. There was no lemon juice or vinegar so I just choose what I thought would be the lowest calorie dressing (it turned out to be not).
The friends I was visiting had a closet stuffed with junk food, cereals, candy and different snack items that family and friends had sent in get well packages. No matter how many times I explained that I could not have any carbs, no sugar, no oil and nothing fried. That for the next 40 days I can only have a green veggie, 100 grams of lean meat, an apple or orange and one Melba toast two times a day, my friends continued to encourage me to eat food that was not on my plan. I know that they meant well, but for the first two days I was there I was miserable. Besides dealing with food anxiety I could not weigh myself properly, so I had no idea how much I was really gaining or losing.
On Monday the shuttle took us to the PX next door. We discovered that the PX has no fresh food, only prepared fast food and it was closed on Mondays. To make matters worse my friend got fried chicken and pizza to for her daughter. I understand they have to eat and should not suffer along with me, but the 15-minute ride back to the VA was nauseating torture. I honestly wanted to throw up I was so hungry from not eating all day. She kept telling me, “I don’t see why you can’t get a piece of fried chicken breast and take the skin off. I mean, it’s not like the oil is down in the chicken.” I wonder if I’m the only one that finds that theory incorrect.
On Tuesday one of the girls who was staying in the house offered to take us to the grocery store. I got shrimp, onions and salad mix to eat. I also bought strawberries to change up my fruit. For a homemade dressing I got some Dijon horseradish mustard, lemons and white rice vinegar. It was a hit. The next few days were easier as I was not starving and was much less irritable.
The one thing that kept me going was to think about the reason I was there. My friends needed me and when it's all done and over with I will be glad that I went.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
VLCD #4 Sunday July 10th 2011
269.5 pounds on my scale, I'm feeling good now.
Today I flew out to see my good friend who is in rehab in Augusta, Georgia. I’m concerned about being away from home for five days. How I was going to stay on this diet? Will I be able to take my injections? What will I eat? My doctor suggested that I take two injections before I leave, because one would last up to 72 hours and to bring two on the plane with me in a cool pack. The reason for taking the two early injections was just in case the two in my bag got confiscated.
It was hell to have to wake up at 3 am to catch a 6 am flight and it doesn’t get any better once I’m at the airport. The seats are so tight on the plane. I feel like I’m sitting on top of the poor guy next to me. I can barely get my seat belt on. I have never been so uncomfortably fat in my entire life and more embarrassed than any thing else. But I deal with it, putting on my headphone and praying that they don't ask me to buy an extra seat. I nod off to sleep so that I do not have to deal with this misery.
We landed in Atlanta and it was time to change planes. Since I am on crutches and recovering from hip surgery, I was so happy they got a wheelchair for me, and someone to push me to my next gate. I would have never made it to the other terminal on time. Even though it was a relief off my joint, I felt bad for the poor lady who struggled to push me through the foot traffic. And they way people looked at me, I felt they were disgusted my weight and felt like they were thinking that's why I has to get pushed through the airport--because I was too fat to walk on my own.
On my second flight the seats were even smaller and they were the type of seats that the arm lifted up so that there would be extra room. Unfortunately, the company that I am so grateful for that paid for my ticket did not know my size. And I don’t think they would be willing to pay for a second seat. Again found myself praying that no one would sit next to me, and when a man did take the window seat, I prayed that he would not complain and that I did not have to endure the extra embarrassment of having to get off the plane and add a second seat to my ticket.
I arrived in Augusta with no food that's on my plan, no grocery store nearby. I’ve taken a taxi to the VA hospital, it’s 3 pm, and I haven’t eaten any thing all day. I'm starving, so I get a hold of an apple and eat that. Now I’ve got to find something for dinner—some chicken or spinach or something GREEN. There’s a McAlisters down the road, and I can get a salad there. The lowest calorie one is the chef salad. That’s a much better choice than the pizza and Chinese my friends are suggesting. I pray that some way I'm able to get food that's on the HCG protocol. I really do not want to take a step in the other direction.
Today I flew out to see my good friend who is in rehab in Augusta, Georgia. I’m concerned about being away from home for five days. How I was going to stay on this diet? Will I be able to take my injections? What will I eat? My doctor suggested that I take two injections before I leave, because one would last up to 72 hours and to bring two on the plane with me in a cool pack. The reason for taking the two early injections was just in case the two in my bag got confiscated.
It was hell to have to wake up at 3 am to catch a 6 am flight and it doesn’t get any better once I’m at the airport. The seats are so tight on the plane. I feel like I’m sitting on top of the poor guy next to me. I can barely get my seat belt on. I have never been so uncomfortably fat in my entire life and more embarrassed than any thing else. But I deal with it, putting on my headphone and praying that they don't ask me to buy an extra seat. I nod off to sleep so that I do not have to deal with this misery.
We landed in Atlanta and it was time to change planes. Since I am on crutches and recovering from hip surgery, I was so happy they got a wheelchair for me, and someone to push me to my next gate. I would have never made it to the other terminal on time. Even though it was a relief off my joint, I felt bad for the poor lady who struggled to push me through the foot traffic. And they way people looked at me, I felt they were disgusted my weight and felt like they were thinking that's why I has to get pushed through the airport--because I was too fat to walk on my own.
On my second flight the seats were even smaller and they were the type of seats that the arm lifted up so that there would be extra room. Unfortunately, the company that I am so grateful for that paid for my ticket did not know my size. And I don’t think they would be willing to pay for a second seat. Again found myself praying that no one would sit next to me, and when a man did take the window seat, I prayed that he would not complain and that I did not have to endure the extra embarrassment of having to get off the plane and add a second seat to my ticket.
I arrived in Augusta with no food that's on my plan, no grocery store nearby. I’ve taken a taxi to the VA hospital, it’s 3 pm, and I haven’t eaten any thing all day. I'm starving, so I get a hold of an apple and eat that. Now I’ve got to find something for dinner—some chicken or spinach or something GREEN. There’s a McAlisters down the road, and I can get a salad there. The lowest calorie one is the chef salad. That’s a much better choice than the pizza and Chinese my friends are suggesting. I pray that some way I'm able to get food that's on the HCG protocol. I really do not want to take a step in the other direction.
VLCD #3 Saturday July 9th 2011
Walking into the food mart today I was bombarded by Snickers, honey buns, pork rinds and potato chips. I had to walk down an aisle with Wonka Bars, Pixy Stixs, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ikes, Twix, Reeses, Mars and Kit Kats. The smell of hot dogs grilling on the little turner was over whelming to my sense of smell. The cold beverages in the ice trough were sweating, reminding me of the heat index outside and my mouth began to water. It was a complete food sensory overload.
But I was on a mission--all I needed was one can of dog food to leave with Peanut at the vet. I was not "hungry,” but I felt as though I needed something, ANYTHING, to put in my mouth to satisfy this non-hunger. Of course, the man in the line in front of me took 20 minute to pick out a flashlight, or at least it felt that long anyway. In reality it was probably only a minute or two, but for me it felt like an eternity. All I wanted to do was throw the can down and bolt out the door. Bolt to the safety of my car where there was nothing of nutritional value. But I didn't. I stuck through the feelings and resisted the urge to buy a bag of salted nuts. The old me would have rationalized the purchase as a healthy buy—protein, right? Plus I'll need something to keep my energy up while I run around before work preparing to go out of town tomorrow. I did, in fact, make it out of the store and to my vehicle with no missed steps or slip ups from my plan. I sat in silence reviewing the event, trying to put my finger on that feeling that I still don't know what to call it, if it's not hunger....
At work it seems like I am the only one on a "diet". I feel like I’m bombarded with coworkers’ words--words that I don't feel strong enough to say out loud at this time--butter and cookies that crumble and melt in your mouth. Ham hocks, chocolate martinis, roasted corn with cayenne, ribs, sausage, onion rings. I’m rubbing Vicks under my nose so that I don't have to endure the smells of egg rolls, salmon, chicken grilled in oil and popcorn. The lady across from me is snacking on white saltine crackers and I can almost smell the starch as the crumbs fall to her desk. I'm not hungry I know that I'm not because just finished my lunch. 100g grilled chicken (no oil), 1 cup of spinach, 1 Melba toast, and I'm saving my orange for later.
It's not until this moment that I start to realize my issues with food. I love to eat. Even if I'm not hungry, I love the taste of salt, sugar and fat. I love the idea of trying new and different food. And I love the feeling of being full. Maybe I should re-word that. I love the feeling of not being hungry. And now I understand what my mom said when she said I need to change my relationship with food. I guess that begins now.
But I was on a mission--all I needed was one can of dog food to leave with Peanut at the vet. I was not "hungry,” but I felt as though I needed something, ANYTHING, to put in my mouth to satisfy this non-hunger. Of course, the man in the line in front of me took 20 minute to pick out a flashlight, or at least it felt that long anyway. In reality it was probably only a minute or two, but for me it felt like an eternity. All I wanted to do was throw the can down and bolt out the door. Bolt to the safety of my car where there was nothing of nutritional value. But I didn't. I stuck through the feelings and resisted the urge to buy a bag of salted nuts. The old me would have rationalized the purchase as a healthy buy—protein, right? Plus I'll need something to keep my energy up while I run around before work preparing to go out of town tomorrow. I did, in fact, make it out of the store and to my vehicle with no missed steps or slip ups from my plan. I sat in silence reviewing the event, trying to put my finger on that feeling that I still don't know what to call it, if it's not hunger....
At work it seems like I am the only one on a "diet". I feel like I’m bombarded with coworkers’ words--words that I don't feel strong enough to say out loud at this time--butter and cookies that crumble and melt in your mouth. Ham hocks, chocolate martinis, roasted corn with cayenne, ribs, sausage, onion rings. I’m rubbing Vicks under my nose so that I don't have to endure the smells of egg rolls, salmon, chicken grilled in oil and popcorn. The lady across from me is snacking on white saltine crackers and I can almost smell the starch as the crumbs fall to her desk. I'm not hungry I know that I'm not because just finished my lunch. 100g grilled chicken (no oil), 1 cup of spinach, 1 Melba toast, and I'm saving my orange for later.
It's not until this moment that I start to realize my issues with food. I love to eat. Even if I'm not hungry, I love the taste of salt, sugar and fat. I love the idea of trying new and different food. And I love the feeling of being full. Maybe I should re-word that. I love the feeling of not being hungry. And now I understand what my mom said when she said I need to change my relationship with food. I guess that begins now.
VLCD #2 Friday July 8th 2011
First "effective" day.
Weight on my scale 278 pounds (-4lbs).
I am so glad I prepared my food ahead of time. I was not rushed in the morning getting ready for work. All I needed to do was pack my food that I had already prepared. I stopped at my doctor’s office on my way in to work to get weighed and measured.
My weight on her scale was 171. I like that number better. So this was my official initial starting weight. My measurements were: arms 17 inches, bust 51 inches, mid-section 41 inches, thighs 32 inches, waist 45 inches, hips 55 inches, and calves19 inches. I have a long way to go before I'm at my ideal weight and size, but you have to start somewhere.
Weight on my scale 278 pounds (-4lbs).
I am so glad I prepared my food ahead of time. I was not rushed in the morning getting ready for work. All I needed to do was pack my food that I had already prepared. I stopped at my doctor’s office on my way in to work to get weighed and measured.
My weight on her scale was 171. I like that number better. So this was my official initial starting weight. My measurements were: arms 17 inches, bust 51 inches, mid-section 41 inches, thighs 32 inches, waist 45 inches, hips 55 inches, and calves19 inches. I have a long way to go before I'm at my ideal weight and size, but you have to start somewhere.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
VLCD #1- Thursday July 7th 2011
Now I see why part of the protocol is to buy and prepare your food before you start the diet. Of course I waited until the last minute to do anything, until the end of my binge day to go grocery shopping for the diet. I figured I'd be full--which I was--and the shopping experience wouldn't be so bad while I was getting ONLY THE THINGS I NEEDED.
It was 10 pm last night before I made it to the grocery store. Even though the store was practically empty and I only had a few items to get, it still took over an hour to finish. Because of my hip pain I have to use the little go carts they provide and they don't go very fast. I also had a hard time finding the Melba toast. By the way, you can locate these on the cracker aisle. They will probably be on a bottom shelf at your store like I found at my local HEB. I found them between the unhealthy crackers and unhealthy cookies. Don't bother checking the gluten-free aisle because although the flavor and texture of these crackers is not tasty, they are not gluten free.
I made it home by 11:30 exhausted from work and shopping and eating and I went straight to bed. I knew I should go ahead and cook my food for the next day, but I didn’t. I figured I'd have time in the morning.
I didn’t—I woke up late, quickly grilled some veal and put some frozen spinach in my to go container along with my apple and one piece of Melba toast.
I did well ignoring my "hunger" during the day, which was not really true hunger at all. It wasn't until I was on my way home that I had this feeling like something was missing. I felt like there was something that I needed that was eating away at me. I couldn't put my finger on it until I passed my neighborhood Mexican restaurant. Ahhh yes… that's it--happy hour! It was difficult to pull my mind away but I did.
I rushed home, drank my water and heated up my dinner of veal and spinach. I ate one piece of Melba toast and cooked my chicken for the next day so that I would not run into the same issue I faced this morning. I saved my apple for later so that I would not go to bed hungry. The day wasn’t really that tough, but the lessoned learned was to prepare, prepare, prepare.
It was 10 pm last night before I made it to the grocery store. Even though the store was practically empty and I only had a few items to get, it still took over an hour to finish. Because of my hip pain I have to use the little go carts they provide and they don't go very fast. I also had a hard time finding the Melba toast. By the way, you can locate these on the cracker aisle. They will probably be on a bottom shelf at your store like I found at my local HEB. I found them between the unhealthy crackers and unhealthy cookies. Don't bother checking the gluten-free aisle because although the flavor and texture of these crackers is not tasty, they are not gluten free.
I made it home by 11:30 exhausted from work and shopping and eating and I went straight to bed. I knew I should go ahead and cook my food for the next day, but I didn’t. I figured I'd have time in the morning.
I didn’t—I woke up late, quickly grilled some veal and put some frozen spinach in my to go container along with my apple and one piece of Melba toast.
I did well ignoring my "hunger" during the day, which was not really true hunger at all. It wasn't until I was on my way home that I had this feeling like something was missing. I felt like there was something that I needed that was eating away at me. I couldn't put my finger on it until I passed my neighborhood Mexican restaurant. Ahhh yes… that's it--happy hour! It was difficult to pull my mind away but I did.
I rushed home, drank my water and heated up my dinner of veal and spinach. I ate one piece of Melba toast and cooked my chicken for the next day so that I would not run into the same issue I faced this morning. I saved my apple for later so that I would not go to bed hungry. The day wasn’t really that tough, but the lessoned learned was to prepare, prepare, prepare.
Day 2 Gorge Day - Wednesday July 6th 2011
This morning I weighed myself (knowing good and well I shouldn’t). I weighed a whopping 282 pounds! I was second-guessing myself about whether or not I wanted to eat like a pig for another day. Really, I don’t want to because all that's going to do is just add on more pounds to the scale and my hips. Even though that is what’s expected to happen. Which is why they say. "DON’T WEIGH YOURSELF DURING THE FIRST TWO DAYS." But I couldn't help myself. I've been so obsessed with jumping on that scale to see how many pounds I have not lost, that I did it anyway. There's a reason the protocol goes this way and although most people around me don't understand this, I'm going to continue with the rules of the diet.
So on my way to work I stopped at a Sonic for a croissant with sausage and cheese and tater tots with cheese on the side. I also got a chicken strip dinner with extra onion rings to bring to work to snack on while I waited for lunch.
Lunch came and I ordered from Pappadeaux, spending 30 big ones on the crawfish combo (crawfish etouffee with dirty rice and fried crawfish). I also grabbed a large fried alligator. When I went to pick it up I received what a fat person would call the best service ever. They gave me hot fresh bread and four containers of butter with out me even having to ask. They also hooked it up on the tarter and cocktail sauce. This meal lasted me the rest of my time at work.
To finish off the day I stopped at Chacos and had a medium beef quesadilla with a large margarita. At this point I am way past full and I certainly don't think I will have any issues with hunger or cravings over the next few days
So on my way to work I stopped at a Sonic for a croissant with sausage and cheese and tater tots with cheese on the side. I also got a chicken strip dinner with extra onion rings to bring to work to snack on while I waited for lunch.
Lunch came and I ordered from Pappadeaux, spending 30 big ones on the crawfish combo (crawfish etouffee with dirty rice and fried crawfish). I also grabbed a large fried alligator. When I went to pick it up I received what a fat person would call the best service ever. They gave me hot fresh bread and four containers of butter with out me even having to ask. They also hooked it up on the tarter and cocktail sauce. This meal lasted me the rest of my time at work.
To finish off the day I stopped at Chacos and had a medium beef quesadilla with a large margarita. At this point I am way past full and I certainly don't think I will have any issues with hunger or cravings over the next few days
Day 1 gorge day Tuesday July 5th 2011
There are basically five steps to the hCG protocol. The first step is to start your injections and then stuff yourself silly on fatty foods for two days. So today I did just that.
On my way in to work I stopped at Shipley Donuts and got myself three sausage, cheese and jalapeño kolaches and a dozen cream filled donuts, one of each flavor. I successfully finished off all three kolaches before I got to work. During the first part of my shift I ate three donuts and gave away one.
For lunch I had a noodle bowl, which was 210 calories for one serving, but it actually contained two servings and I ate all of it. Later I ate four more donuts, gave away three, and threw one away, because I could not stand to eat one more donut. Also, throughout the day I nibbled on half of my favorite chocolate bar with bacon in it.
After work, since it was crawfish Tuesday I met a girlfriend of mine at Willie’s and finished two and a half pounds of boiled crawfish with extra butter, along with two bourbon and bacon drinks. On the way home I stopped and got a Score bar and a bag of beef jerky to snack on as I got ready for bed. At this point i have eaten myself miserable and right now all I want to do is purge until my stomach is empty. Off to bed now.
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