I am pleased to note that I am breaking habits … like the habit where you get back in from something (skiing, walking, shopping, running errands, whatever) and feel like it’s time for a snack. Am I really hungry? I don’t know, it’s just snack time! Thanks, after-school snacks, for ingraining that in my brain.
Weighed the same this morning. But I am also going through some seriously stressful times, and I’m wondering if that too is contributing to the lack-of-scale-pounds-lost. If I had known this was coming up, I don’t think I would have put myself through the HCG diet stress as well. But, life happens! At least I’ve been sleeping enough.
I also think it’s interesting to note that my skin has been super clear throughout this entire process. It’s been tough not using my normal beauty products (I do manage a beauty website, after all) during this, but my skin looks super. I do really miss hand lotion … it’s too dry here in Aspen to do without lotion!
Without further ado, the day’s meals …
Breakfast (noon): Salad + buffalo chicken
(5:30): 2-hour yoga workshop—much slower than I’m used to, but very awesome.
Snack (8p): frozen brussel sprouts out of a bag … sounds gross, I know, but I actually really like frozen brussels and was hungry, and there’s very little you can eat driving from Basalt to Aspen in the car on this diet
Dinner (9:30p): Recipe: Ground beef with onions, garlic, and spinach stuffed in mini-portabella mushrooms baked for 10 minutes and served over garlic cauliflower frice. SO GOOD.
So the ground beef was sort of a challenge … I normally buy 96% lean anyway (grew up on the stuff and like it that way), but I bought this pound from the farmer’s market from local ranch Milagro, which has outstanding meat. I didn’t think about its fat content though, so after letting it cook and trying to cook out the fat, I then dabbed all the meat with paper towels to soak up the excess fat. Only on the HCG diet. Only.
THEN, I woke up at 3am to what sounded like my dog licking paper. If you don’t know my dog, she’s a rescue who is TERRIFIED of paper and plastic. She’s never gotten into a trash can in her life, and she generally prefers dog food to human food. So to hear her rustling around in what sounded like paper was very odd. I go downstairs and find the trashcan still upright but all the paper towels pulled out and shredded to bits, about half the original amount—meaning, presumably, the other half was residing in my happy dog’s stomach.
Both of our tummies hurt this morning. I do have to admit, I think I ate too much last night, and I know she did. It was just so good! Damn learning curve.