The bigger bummer is that I'm not sure I've even recouped from the inexplicable (and unexpected) 2.6 gain. Without that anomaly I'd be far more excited about my progress.
Yesterday I walked 5 miles, working up to a 10 incline and back down again. Once again, I felt great. According to the calorie burn calculator on the treadmill, I burned a couple hundred extra calories, so I figured I'd test the 'coconut oil as a weight loss accelerant' theory again. I had perhaps 150 calories worth of 'chocolate'; two pieces of a couple tsp. each that we estimate are 60-70 calories each. I guess that was the wrong thing to do? Otherwise my protocol meals were exact.
We even went to the movies and the popcorn didn't drive me crazy. In fact, the sticky smell of candy and soda from the lady next to me was a little nauseating. The fact that she was easily 400 lb. and ate nonstop the entire time (seriously...did not stop...just mowed through an amazing assortment of stuff) made it easy to NOT want to indulge. On the way out we were behind an elderly couple nearly the same size as the woman, ambulating at a snail's pace on teeny-tiny feet that held up their cumbersomely large bodies. In the lobby, they met (I would assume) their son, who was the same size and on a scooter with an oxygen tank. It was a reminder that it would be far too easy to end up in that place where every moment is painful and slow and it's hard to even take care of yourself. I don't want to be there.
I am for certain going to go the full 6 weeks. I am just halfway there.