Remember what I said about Day Eight? Total bullshit. I should really start writing these posts at the end of the day. Fair warning: this post is absolutely not a silver-lining, unicorns, and rainbows kind of post. Nutrisystem, while thus far effective, is not a picnic.
I basically spent the weekend asleep or in some sort of stupor. I took two 3-hour naps on Saturday, which caused me to get all out of whack on my Day Seven schedule. I even (gasp!) skipped my shake and had my lunch and second snack at the same time instead of spreading them out.
Sunday I was at least awake, but somehow managed to watch several shows out of our DVR and a few Lifetime movies with almost no memory of the plot lines. I kept pretty close to the Nutrisystem plan, except for the after dinner snack, which I was just too exhausted to even deal with. Chuck got home from work around 10:30pm on Sunday and was convinced I was drunk (which I was not, just had one vodka with diet tonic water and a squeeze of lemon. very refreshing). I was pretty sure going to work on Monday was a no-go.
Sure enough, I woke up around 6am Monday with major shakes. I had a lot of trouble with hypoglycemia as a child, so this feeling was incredibly familiar. I texted in to let my team know I was taking a sick day (not even working from home, this is serious) and, even though I wasn't entirely sure it was safe for me to be driving, headed to McDonald's and got a large Sprite, large Coke, and a Dr. Pepper for Chuck. I really wanted a cheeseburger but was thankful they only serve breakfast that early. I still wasn't convinced that I needed to break with the Nutrisystem routine. Aside from this blast of high-fructose corn system, that is.
Potentially, the Coke decision was a mistake. I haven't had any caffeine to speak of since the beginning of this whole thing and probably even longer than that. So after half the Coke, I was feeling even shakier.
I tried to take a nap in the hopes that sleep would magically heal whatever this was. No dice. Our fantastic cleaning lady was there, so the dogs were in protection mode. Finn sure is cute but his bark is SHRILL.
Chuck headed off to work for his 11am to 11pm shift, and I was on my own. I still wanted a cheeseburger. I watched Philadelphia (good movie, I'd never seen it), had a yummy Nutrisystem breakfast (oatmeal cranberry bites) and still wanted a cheeseburger. Around 2:00, I finally decided to do it. We're a third of the way through this first (and maybe last) month, I can have myself a little treat. Calling in sick for the next three weeks is definitely not an option, so I had to decide how to find a balance. Off I went. But I decided that if I'm gonna blow this whole thing, it's not going to be for some stupid McDonald's cheeseburger. A Western Bacon Cheeseburger from Carl's Jr. was going to be the ticket. I ordered two more large Sprites as well.
Oh boy oh boy did I feel better. I had to meet up with Chuck mid-shift to drop off something he forgot at home and he noticed the change immediately. Same when I talked to my mom on the phone.
I'm back at it today. Back at work and have all my food packed up. Even with an extra few cheese sticks, just in case.
The human body can only take so much you guys. When you've been eating like a fat ass for as long as I have and you suddenly drop to 800 calories, it's going to take a toll. The scale didn't move after my indiscretion though, so I suppose no harm no foul. But no matter what you're doing, you have to 1) be safe and 2) LISTEN to your body. It's talking to you, sometimes screaming and 3)make sure you're taking care of yourself and doing what's right for YOU. I have a hard time believing Marie Osmond never took a few meals here and there to indulge or had an extra snack because her body just couldn't take it.
I basically spent the weekend asleep or in some sort of stupor. I took two 3-hour naps on Saturday, which caused me to get all out of whack on my Day Seven schedule. I even (gasp!) skipped my shake and had my lunch and second snack at the same time instead of spreading them out.
Sunday I was at least awake, but somehow managed to watch several shows out of our DVR and a few Lifetime movies with almost no memory of the plot lines. I kept pretty close to the Nutrisystem plan, except for the after dinner snack, which I was just too exhausted to even deal with. Chuck got home from work around 10:30pm on Sunday and was convinced I was drunk (which I was not, just had one vodka with diet tonic water and a squeeze of lemon. very refreshing). I was pretty sure going to work on Monday was a no-go.
Sure enough, I woke up around 6am Monday with major shakes. I had a lot of trouble with hypoglycemia as a child, so this feeling was incredibly familiar. I texted in to let my team know I was taking a sick day (not even working from home, this is serious) and, even though I wasn't entirely sure it was safe for me to be driving, headed to McDonald's and got a large Sprite, large Coke, and a Dr. Pepper for Chuck. I really wanted a cheeseburger but was thankful they only serve breakfast that early. I still wasn't convinced that I needed to break with the Nutrisystem routine. Aside from this blast of high-fructose corn system, that is.
Potentially, the Coke decision was a mistake. I haven't had any caffeine to speak of since the beginning of this whole thing and probably even longer than that. So after half the Coke, I was feeling even shakier.
I tried to take a nap in the hopes that sleep would magically heal whatever this was. No dice. Our fantastic cleaning lady was there, so the dogs were in protection mode. Finn sure is cute but his bark is SHRILL.
Chuck headed off to work for his 11am to 11pm shift, and I was on my own. I still wanted a cheeseburger. I watched Philadelphia (good movie, I'd never seen it), had a yummy Nutrisystem breakfast (oatmeal cranberry bites) and still wanted a cheeseburger. Around 2:00, I finally decided to do it. We're a third of the way through this first (and maybe last) month, I can have myself a little treat. Calling in sick for the next three weeks is definitely not an option, so I had to decide how to find a balance. Off I went. But I decided that if I'm gonna blow this whole thing, it's not going to be for some stupid McDonald's cheeseburger. A Western Bacon Cheeseburger from Carl's Jr. was going to be the ticket. I ordered two more large Sprites as well.
Oh boy oh boy did I feel better. I had to meet up with Chuck mid-shift to drop off something he forgot at home and he noticed the change immediately. Same when I talked to my mom on the phone.
I'm back at it today. Back at work and have all my food packed up. Even with an extra few cheese sticks, just in case.
The human body can only take so much you guys. When you've been eating like a fat ass for as long as I have and you suddenly drop to 800 calories, it's going to take a toll. The scale didn't move after my indiscretion though, so I suppose no harm no foul. But no matter what you're doing, you have to 1) be safe and 2) LISTEN to your body. It's talking to you, sometimes screaming and 3)make sure you're taking care of yourself and doing what's right for YOU. I have a hard time believing Marie Osmond never took a few meals here and there to indulge or had an extra snack because her body just couldn't take it.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 180lbs
Short term goal: 150lbs
Longer term goal: 130lbs
Weight Loss So Far: 5lbs
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