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.
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