Tuesday, February 07, 2012
When I started the plan, it was honestly working well. It was by many accounts working too well. I was losing weight before I was supposed to. Who could complain about that? Because I'm so worried that brain damage may be playing a factor in my weight gain, I'm eager to see signs that I might be onto something. So I got those signs.
Then everything stalled. And it has sat right there for a week. My first thought is that I lost the inflammation I had sitting around due to sugar intake from before. I've kept my carbs to 50-60 grams/day, but the benefits aren't really there on my body.
In it's defense, I feel less stressed, thanks to keeping the lights off at night. I just surrender to the dark. My cravings are different. They are not gone, as they are physiological at this point. Such as, "Oh no. Every time we go to the park we always walk the long way home for ice cream. Sigh..." I still have to deal with those.
So yesterday, after trying to play it safe and safer for a week, I got mad frankly. I ate candy bars for lunch and dinner. My husband was shocked, but I was crushed. Really. Why am I shoving all this f-ing protein in my mouth every morning and sitting in the dark and drinking fat and NOT enjoying my Easter Cadbury Creme egg ritual just so that I can continue to sit around in the same fat!?!?
It's week 3. It's time for results!