Day Twelve

I've lost seven pounds!!! I am touching a weight I haven't seen since I was about to get pregnant with Aaron. And, most importantly, I feel GREAT.

I've figured out the key to the shakes: leave out the fiber powder. Since it's optional, I don't feel one bit bad about this. I'm still getting some fiber in the other products I'm adding.

And the best part of that: no more sludge in a cup. I swear it was like adding cement mix to fruit puree when I would put the fiber in. Presto, change-o: thick as mud. GADS.

I'm finding myself eating veggies more easily, too. I'd still rather have the fruit to vegetable ratio be heavy on the fruits, though.

So far, so good. Nine days left and, at this rate, I see no reason why I can't see this through.

Yeah, me.

Let the Cussing Commence

Day Seven. Feels like day 43. Hundred.

Yesterday was the first day I could have single-handedly taken the head off the sweet doctor who suggested I do this.

Being in her office, I had to admit that she was right, I had hit the point of cussing. With gusto. She told me it would come to this before I left week one. You were so right on, sister.

This morning, the only way I managed to choke down the protein shake, was to remind myself "Nothing tastes better than thin feels." I said it with every.single.sip.*

To make matters worse, yesterday I had lost almost five pounds. Magically, overnight, I managed to gain one back. There are no words to describe my joy.

So, I'm gritting my teeth, steeling my gag reflex, and trying not to drop any more F-bombs.**

My one consolation is that, tomorrow, I get solid protein, in the form of chicken or sea bass. And that's all great and well, but I still miss bread. Brown rice is great and all, but it ain't no stinkin' baguette.

We'll see how long it takes before I carjack the poor dude in the Hostess truck.


*I can't chug something that is the consistency of tofu, try as I might.

**I think three a day, before 3pm, is probably way too many any way.

Day Two

Slept great. Woke refreshed.

Tried the shake thing again, this time with peach and blueberry. As long as I don't burp after drinking*, life is fine.

Aaron and I are venturing to Six Flags today. Lots of good walking. And a packed lunch. Good first try at eating on the go.

*That brings up some green flavor that is less than pleasant. Trying hard not to do it.

End of Day One

About 5pm last night, I started to get really tired. And the final shake of the evening? Couldn't choke it down if I would have lost my left nut if I didn't.*

So, I went to bed a little on the hungry side.

*Yeah, I know I don't have nuts. But, for some strange reason, this really makes a statement of seriousness in my mind.

Day One Late Afternoon

1/2 an avocado. Knocked me off my socks with just a little sea salt. Still hungry but my taste buds are content.

Found out the freakin' short grain brown rice is going to take almost an hour to cook. That is just WRONG.

So far, today has been pretty eye-opening. I guess I've never really thought in terms of eating "whole" foods as much as I have today. Loving it.

Day One Mid-Afternoon

Ate an organic gala apple. It tasted like Heaven must smell like. I was in gastronomic ecstacy.

However, when I exited the car to unload all the goodies we purchased at Costco, I got nauseus again. Since Auntie Flo is poised to rain down on me, I am positive this is a reaction to something I'm taking. Or my body is all "WTF?". But, for sure, I'm not preggers.

God help me, I'm not pregnant. RIGHT?!?!?

Day One, Noon

Starving. Nauseous. Headache-y. Practically unwilling to embrace this crazy experiment through lunchtime.

GADS. I'm only 4 hours into this.