Yesterday was completely different and almost the same as the previous days. :-)
I had a protocol meal before we went on our adventure. I packed a protocol meal in case we had a long day. My daughter and I sort of had a plan, but we didn't know how it would unfold.
So we went for a little hike on what was an unbelievable February day. It was 40* and sunny! We didn't walk far for two reasons. One, the trails were icy and muddy by turns, and two, at this time of year, the facilities are closed. Drinking a gallon or more per day while on protocol means I need to be no more than an hour or two away from a loo. I'd guess we walked no more than a mile out and back.
Then we went to the mall and got something she needed. While we were there we walked around and looked at some more stuff. We ended up hitting the sale racks at Wet Seal, and it was sort of a kick for me. Though we have different tastes, we were shopping in the same place, in some cases trying on stuff that we could share. At a size 18-20 I can say when I'd shop with my daughter I'd get so depressed because I liked so much of what she could wear. Now I can wear it too! (She wears a smallish medium, I wear a larger medium...but I like my close a bit loose and she likes hers a bit tight.) We spent hours in that store! It was fun!
Then we went to a movie. We were both hungry, but my one condition was that we not make dinner out part of our mother/daughter date. I could handle the food court and theater, but not sitting watching her eat at a restaurant. Not this time.
She hadn't packed herself any food, so I shared some of mine. Even then I only ate enough to take my supplements, starting with my protein. I brought home some cuke and ate 1/2 the apple. She got some pretzels in the theater, and I have to say, a couple of times I looked at those and thought, 'I wonder if it would be the same as a melba if I had just one.' But I didn't, because I had a .7 day yesterday. I just couldn't take the risk. And, I wasn't sure if I'd want more than one if I went down that road. And she needed to eat something (crap that it was) and I really didn't. I just wanted to.
It was a scary movie! It was so scary I almost took my heart rate app out to see just where my heart rate was riding for an hour and a half. I'm guessing aerobic level.
I had my one spoonful of PB when I got home. DH was gone, my daughter was off on her own. After a couple of hours I justified a treat of 1 glass of wine with my 'chocolate'...a perfect end to a (nearly) perfect day. The only thing missing was my husband.
I rationalized this with the thought that I am moving into what could be my last week, but likely won't be. I'll go as long as it's working and I feel good. That could be another two or three weeks if it means reaching my goal. I knew it could still result in a zero day or even a gain, but it hadn't yet so I calculated my risk. It looks like it was ok, but last time I had a couple of wonky days on days 2 and 3 out. We'll see.
I struggled with my weight for over 20 years. I tried everything to lose weight. Yes, I did 'eat less, move more' repeatedly, convinced that doing the same thing over and over would someone yield different results. Desperate, having diligently done all the 'right' things and being told by several doctors that there was nothing wrong with me except that I wasn't trying hard enough, in 2009 I tried what seemed crazy: Dr. Simeons Hcg protocol. I lost 85 lb.