If there is one word that could some up this past week, it would be: indulgence. While I have stayed on task during the days, a couple days this past week were feast days. While I don’t regret it, I know that I have to dedicate this week to going ‘by the book’ if I don’t want to slip down the (not-so-slippery anymore) slope of eating things that aren’t so great for me.
But when you’re handed a forty dollar meal voucher, it’s hard to pass it up.
The weird thing about being on a very low calorie diet is the fact that these feast days – done with nutritious food and done only every once in a while – seems to benefit me over all. It wakes my body up and gets it to start using things again. Sometimes I gain a couple pounds initially after eating, but then it just comes right back off soon enough and I’m on my way again.
That’s not to say I haven’t struggled a bit with my 230s. It almost got to the point where I was thinking there was some sort of hidden sabotage point, but it ended up not being that. I just got a bit antsy (which isn’t so bad considering I’ve been doing this for nearly two months) and wanted some ‘real’ food. Which basically meant I wanted some meat in my diet.
All in all, it went well.
As for the rock and the hard place…
I know that the pill does not ‘heal’ you if you have irregular periods, but I think I might have to go back on it. It’s still too early to tell because I won’t officially be a week late until tomorrow, but I haven’t even had a sign. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Sigh.
It used to be that all it took was a five pound loss and bam, there you go. Now I’ve lost heaps and it’s looking like I can’t quite manage it by myself yet. I’m going to give it a while longer, but I don’t have much hope at the moment.
The pill and needing it to keep my lady bits healthy by shedding lining regularly is the rock. Hating being on anything synthetic but being unable to get the factory working naturally, so to say, is the hard place.
GRRR.
